If I don , Ill find myself slipping more and more often and resenting and hating myself more and more.
Thats an abyss of its own.
No matter pussy cum what I do I am always falling.
Eileen lounged on the sofa.
She was softly caressing the dark head in her lap.
Silence lay stretched out, hands clasped over his stomach.
She reached for a bunch of grapes and pulled one off to feed it to him pussy cum.
His gray eyes sparkled as he accepted the pussy cum treat from her hand.
The silver collar at his throat glittered as he swallowed.
They pussy cum had been together for almost six months.
He had spoken only once, when she pussy cum had placed the collar, and not pussy cum since.
She didn seem to mind and he was used pussy cum to being silent.
He turned his head slightly to pussy cum kiss her skin and tickle her belly button with his tongue.
He was rewarded with a soft hum of pleasure and the caress of her fingers on his cheek.
Their relationship had changed.
She was still his Mistress, his...
owner.
Yet, in a subtle way, he was as much owner as owned.
He knew he would obey her in all things.
That pussy cum was in his contract.
Yet, he would give her more because she gave to him as well.
She tapped his nose and gestured to the bedroom.
He was up in a swift, graceful movement and had her in his arms before she could get up pussy cum.
It was a liberty no other mistress had ever allowed him and he enjoyed her pleasure in the spontaneous act.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her pussy cum fingers caressing his collar.
He set her among her pillows and sat on the edge of the bed.
