“So, Charlotte. It is our final day together tomorrow."
Stretched out on my back, my Master is lying beside me, stroking my stomach and left breast, as we keep company together on the bed in his beautiful mirrored room. Candles glimmer and their multiple reflections cast a gloried shimmering light.
Michael, on the other side of me, is suckling at my right breast, a free hand stroking at my thigh.
We are not exactly in lustful mood, more sensual: occupying a kind of s****l hinterland resulting from several days of roller-coaster, carnal adventure after I auctioned myself and my virginity to my Master.
I am not a Virgin anymore.
“Yes, Master. Our final day."
“I hope you have enjoyed our time together? No regrets?"
“No Master. It´s been wonderful. You - and Michael - have opened my ey
