Out of the blue I asked her if she wanted I could help her. She smiled and told me that that would be awesome and if I could just paint her nails for ...her she would be greatful.I got up and sat on the coffe table and she then put her one foot on my thigh to be painted and the other she slide between my legs pressing onto the edge of the table. This really made my cock stur. As I painted her one foot I could feel her toes on the other foot wiggling in my crotch. It was very hard to concentrate on. Was he upset at what I had called him? I didn’t know, but I had to make my move. “So little slut, did you like being used by your Master?” There was no pretense now, only straightforward questions. Chris paused for a bit, then stuck a few of his fingers in his own asshole, scooping up my cum and bringing to his mouth. He sucked all the cum off his fingers, playing with it in his mouth and then swallowing it down. “I couldn’t be happier… Master. I love being your little cum slut.” Success. He. That evening, we went over to Alecs house for the night. (His parents werent home.) We had some business to take care of. As surfers, we usually shaved our this and stuff so that your leg hairs dont smell like wet dog when you take off your wet suit. Since its kind of hard to shave the back of your legs and your butt without cutting yourself to bits, we did it for each other. Even though we didnt call ourselves gay, we took it a little far. God, I said, I need a good shaving, my leg feels like. Resting the mop against one of the shelves I made my way to the other side of the counter. My brain was starting to work again, although some of my blood was moving south. At least I could hide behind the counter if I got too excited. "That's a latte with almond milk?" I asked cautiously."You really are distracted" she smiled, and leaned over the counter. Oh no, I could see straight down her top; she was wearing a purple bra, and I could see where the two cups met in the middle. There was.