Struggling a little in my sightlessness, nonetheless, I obey, and he continues. “Michael. Why don´t you undress Charlotte? Let her admirers see what they are going to fuck."
At his words, my p***y heaves and wells once more. My Master is giving me to these men... but that is his privilege.
A rustle of movement and then, close to me, the familiar scent of my wonderful Michael, my Golden Angel, my Lover. His fingers slip into the fine shoulder straps of my cami and close to my ear he whispers “Are you all right Charlotte?"
Through my panting, to speak is a struggle. “Yes, Michael. I´m fine." and I turn, to briefly kiss the face so close to mine. He returns the kiss, soft and warm, his lips pressed to mine before, his hands on my shoulders, he slips aside the shoulder straps. They fall, to
