He held it there without moving , such a slight and yet firm pressure. She fidgeted more, but he held his finger still, adjusting with her motion but ...the minute magnitude of touch never changing. She felt her muscle contract slightly, again then again as he seemed to enjoy her predicament, her body asking and wanting. His finger tapped firmly in the very center of her erotic nature…slowly, but each time a little more pronounced, then resuming the constant pressure. Again and again, this little. She upped the ante. "So to be clear, I'm doing this for my pleasure not yours." It sounded perfect, I nodded enthusiastically, "and I can't be bothered with this safeword nonsense," I wasn't sure where that was going, she continued, "If you use the safeword, I'm out of here." I groaned again, I wasn't being allowed a way out, perfect.That seemed to be the ground rules set, so she flourished the whip, and said, "Off!" That was my cue, I divested myself of clothes as fast as possible, and knelt. ?I see?? I still did not understand why I was chosen. My father and I rarely had contact and in the past I was unsure as to whether he even knew my name. After we had made it to the river that ran beside the palace I sat down and watched the water run down stream for a short while. I could tell Jeremiah found my admiration of nature boring. ?Master, you have many matters to attend to, is it wise to spend so much time idly staring at flowing water.? Jeremiah asked.'Matters? What matters need. I feel the bumps and ridges of veins with my tightly puckered lips as I let my gaze rise up over your hard stomach, your hairy chest, hour tiny erect nipples, and then all the way up to your face. You have apparently unbuttoned your shirt and. My eyes lock onto yours as my suction pulls my lips all the way into the bristly hair at the base of your cock. My nose is nestled into that hair, and as I release my suction to get a breath of air, I breath in the exciting, musky scent. The head of your.