Still close to me, he inhales. “Yes, I thought that prospect might please you.” He stands, towering over me. “On your knees, Madam. You know what I expect of you.”
Only too well…
Gulping down another mouthful of coffee, I slip out from the sheets, a green teardrop dangling toward my cleavage, swinging in time with my breasts and with the matching teardrops at my earlobes.
Naked save for my Master’s gift, I kneel. My face level with his groin, he unzips himself. “Don’t try to take it all the way. Just get the motor running.”
“And then, Master?”
“And then, Madam, you will do as you are instructed.”
then, His c**k still soft, I slide my hand inside the zipper, slipping fingers under and in, cupping his balls, working them with fingers and palms. The soft fuzz of outer skin. The harder k
