His fist. An act that I never believed I’d ever experience. One I’ve shamefully craved and kept secret, even to my online dom, Robert. I watch as ...his hand grasps his beer, and sharply intake my breath as I see the size of it. I look at each finger, each knuckle, the way his hand covers more of the bottle than not. My mouth drops open as my thighs press together involuntarily. My eyes shoot up to his in panic. “Are…are you sure, Master? I’m having a hard time believing your fist will even fit.”. I loved sneaking into her room and handling her underwear. I found her sexy lingerie and I would put them on enjoying the feel of the material on my cock and ass knowing that it had been on her tits and ass and pussy and now its touching me. I was always careful to put things back just as i found them. I was a geeky 18 year old still living at home!Then it happened! She caught me masturbating. I had one of my best hard-ons and she caught me going at it with her panties in my face. The funny. “Conner” she muttered, almost inaudibly. “Ahh Conner, the guy you used to work with.” “Yeah, we dated a little before you and I got together, you know.” The wry expression on her face told me there was a little more to it than just a date. “Used to date huh? You mean slept together?” “Just once, or... maybe twice” she explained. “That's all in the past though.” “Well, you obviously still think of him a little,” I reminded her.“Ever talk to him? Message him on Facebook or anything?” I asked.. So effectively I was senior to her and her anxiety grew and she asked me if I can pre-pone her joining date and all.Likewise we used to talk much on chat but then I came in day shift and we were not able to chat so I asked her to share her number to which she disagreed flatly. Also from our talks she told me that she already had a boyfriend in Australia and she loves her very much. From that day our talks became lesser and lesser until a time came when we hardly use to chat only Hi-Bye types..