I always feel loved by my Mistress no matter what she is doing to me.I turn on my knees and crawl towards her, keeping my head down. I get just a pee...k at her short silk robe she wearing. That usually means nothing underneath and that I will be serving her tonight. That usually means I will not be allowed to cum, but she will experiance as many orgasms as she wants.As I near her, she lifts one foot and holds it out to me. I crawl to her foot and let my tongue slip out. Her bare foot slides. I dutifully snapped some pictures of the tub, shower, and sink in the bathroom, followed by the bedroom and the closets. As I walked back to the living area, I heard her voice say, “I want you to take some pictures of this for me.” I turned the corner. Tracey was naked. Completely stark naked. I stopped dead in my tracks and I know my mouth must have dropped open. I hadn’t seen Tracey naked in about 5 months and here she was. She was standing against the wall in the living area. Her clothes. Even with her legs spread as wide as the models they still did not look the same. The model had more folds and wrinkles and extra bits of skin sticking out of her crease, Cindy just had two lips and what seemed to be a small opening at the bottom.Clearly Cindy was much smaller than the woman in the photo, so it stood to reason that all parts of the young girl would be small too. She couldn’t have been much over four and a half foot tall and I don’t think she weighed more than eighty or ninety. I almost fell off the propane tank, thinking I was the luckiest guy in the world right now when she did. As soon as she was facing the window and I knew she couldn’t see me my cock started getting the biggest hard on I’ve gotten in a long time. Her breasts looked so firm and they were nice and round as well a nice C cup at most. My first thought was to reach into my pants for my raging hard on, but I quickly realized that I was supposed to be only throwing out the garbage. I waited another.