Per Master’s instructions, Stefan doesn’t
lock the front door to his townhouse when he comes home from work.
His is a quiet neighborhood, no one will enter, but it turns him on
to strip down to his underwear in the foyer knowing that someone
could walk in on him. Kicking his clothes aside, he takes the steps
two at a time to the bedroom, where he peels off his underwear and
snags the zippered latex suit from his closet. He’s hard already
just thinking about wearing it, but he wants to prolong the
anticipation, do things right. He goes into the bathroom then,
where he leaves the door open just in case Master comes in and
hears the shower running. Stefan takes his time, lathering his cock
and balls and ass, slipping one finger inside himself and gasping
at the sting of soap on hi
