” I then slide my hand beneath her skirt and feel her sopping wet cunt, causing her to gasp. I slip two fingers inside her slit and then place them ...in my mouth, savoring her flavor. “And that’s even better. Now since you failed to give me my morning blowjob, you can make it up to me by getting under this table and start sucking my dick. Just don’t make me cum. I have another place for that to go.” After a quick, “Yes Master,” she crawled under the table to take her position between my legs,. ” “Then why did you ask it?” “Because I know you’ll answer honestly.” Silence. Again. “I was thinking about time,” she said. “Time?” “Yes.” “In what sense?” She turned to him. “How long have we known each other?” “I don’t know. Several years. Four, five maybe.” “How many times have we talked?” “Hundreds. Like every day. Like….” She smiled. “You’re doing the math in your head, aren’t you?” “Only because you can’t.” “How many then? Smarty pants.” “A thousand? Fifteen hundred?” . I looked like a young tomboy trying on hermother's lingerie, and I did look quite pretty. There was one thing outof place. I still remember seeing mummy one day as she was undressing andnoticing that where I had un pepe, as we called it, she had nothing, justa vertical slit, surrounded by a delicate, trimmed pelt of fine, notcoarse, auburn hair. On asking why the difference, I was only eight atthe time, mummy explained that this, and breasts were the differencebetween men and women. When I. With a flourish, her arms went straight and stiff, pointed behind her back. The jacket easily slipped down and off, falling to the floor. Her fingers worked slowly, painfully slowly, on the remaining buttons, as her body swayed to the music. “Do you know how much I’ve thought about being with another girl, Michelle”, she asked, every syllable dripping with lust. “I’ve had fantasies of a woman’s soft touch making me cum. Her delicate fingers touching my most intimate parts, and her tongue.