What felt like hours, in reality took less than a minute. And that hit me hard when I saw the clock, I remember thinking “Wow… 23 more min...utes.”My moans and smell of being in heat did not escape Buddy. The heightened sense of smell told Buddy that there was female in heat close by and he tried to figure out where. He had smelled something similar before but every time that results him getting smack to head, it however does not mean that he should not try to satisfy his needs.. Once he was standing again I slowly moved my hands over his belly and down into his boxer shorts. I touched his cock and he trembled violently. He said "I'm sorry, your the first person to do that" I was pleased to feel that he was starting to stiffen, I cupped his balls in one hand and very gently massaged them while stroking his shaft with the other. He was right, he was very long but surprisingly thin, which was very good news for me. I crouched down behind him and pulled down his boxers. He sat next to his food and began to pop the fruit into his mouth. “Is there anything else you would like, Master Cold?” I asked, folding my hands in front of me. “You don’t have to call me ‘Master Cold’, Claire. You can call me Simon. Or Master Simon if you would be more comfortable.” He tore a piece of his bread off and bit into it. “Yes, Master Simon.” The words tasted lovely on my tongue. Master Simon… he has my complete permission to do with me as he would. “And, Claire?” His voice was. I began to think about what it would be like to touch their cocks. To feel the warm, vein covered, hard shafts. I would touch myself dreaming it was them. Stroking my young hard cock, I would bring myself to incredible, powerful orgasms. Laying back and shooting my warm, thick jizz all over my chest and stomach, I would lustfully bring my cum covered fingers to my mouth and taste them. So wishing it was the man’s in the magazine.My curiosity, my lust, only built and became stronger. I dreamed.