Lately I’ve been leaving the jets off, so that Brian will have a crystal-clear view of my p***y without any surface churning. This time he’s out of luck. After I settle in the hot water and flick the switch I cast a teasing glance up at his perch, acknowledging this difference. When I see the tree is empty I feel a flash of outrage, followed by the slow burn of a jilted lover.
Did my naughty slave get tired of waiting on me? How dare he! Perhaps young Brian needs a refresher course on exactly who owns him body and soul, and who can ruin him at her whim! This seems unlikely after last night, but one never knows.
Then again, last night was certainly a lot harder on him than it was on me. Maybe he’s decided to sleep in as well. Either way this is unforgivable disobedience. I grind my teeth
