He took a shuddering breath and nodded. “I want to do it, Mistress,” he said. “I want to be your slave.”
Asha smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek. She slowly eased her fist open and removed it from his p***s.
“I’m afraid I’ve gotten so excited again with all this talk, my darling. Would you mind? I don’t want to leave here all tense.”
She moved so that she was sitting back on the couch and opened her legs. She closed her eyes, knowing that Karl would please her.
“I really wanted to be back home by ten, but the way I’m feeling I don’t think this will take you long, sweetie,” she said with a sigh.
“As you wish, Mistress,” Karl whispered.
Three hours after Asha left, Karl was still staring at the ceiling of his bedroom. He felt his erection begin to subside again inside the panties
