I opened the shower door and said: "It's me, Mark."He looked like one of those Greek god statues in the history books, but he was full of soap. He tur...ned toward me. and I stared at it holding my breath. Slowly, I pulled up my skirt and showed my panties again. Like magic, I stared in astonishment as his cock got longer and stood straight out from his body, dripping soapsuds and looking beautiful."Gosh, Mark, you're pretty!"He laughed and I watched his hand close around the big cock and soap it. She often complained that I should have started fucking her as soon as I was buried inside, but I enjoyed the feel as she worked her muscles on my cock, but of course the most enjoyment comes from the movement so gradually I was doing what every man since Adam has done to his Eve or his “Bum Buddy” and began to move in and out in and out in the reproductive ballet all lovers perform to conceive c***dren or not. In those heady days of youth my stamina was strong and I could fuck for a good. But this does no good either. Just as you think you can take no more, you hear the door open. At last, your master. At least you assume it is he. He told you before he left the room that you should not look at him and that you should close your eyes.But now it didn't matter as you felt the blindfold cover your eyes. You wonder why you were not blindfolded before but immediately you realise he was teasing you by allowing you to see what may help that itch in your pussy. For a moment you forget. That?s why I took a larger role in managing your account.Heck, it's why I agreed to produce the album. I know that you arehurting right now. I can feel that. But I also know that you'll getover this and it will make you a stronger person. I'm just glad I canbe a part of your story."I couldn't do anything but smile back.---Dad looked anxious when we sat down in a small lobby area a few minuteslater. It was only about 10:00, and I didn't have a recording studio touse until 1:30. I knew that I.