He soaped up his body as I watched, pausing to pinch one of his nipples, which made him wince. His cock was growing, and that pink head started slowly... popping out from under his foreskin. I watched with fascination, not caring this time that I was also getting hard.He slowly cleaned his cock again, this time squeezing it, and lifting it to wash his balls. Then he turned around and washed his backside, running his fingers numerous times down between his muscled cheeks, bending over slightly as. I continued, "That's romantic and, if you think about it, might be erotic. Alternatively, I could describe how hot your body feels with your pelvis pushed against my leg and how warm that part of our bodies feels using explicit language. I could mention your two nipples boring holes in my chest and side and how exciting and good that feels."It's the same situation but the descriptions make the difference between those of erotic and romantic and those of hot, unbridled passions and x-rated. Most people would ask what that was for but not me. It's what Master wanted to do and I accept it. He knows I'm not really into hard spanking or pain or extreme bondage but he does have a mean streak in him, and he knows I'll put up with humiliation to get at his cock. "Cockslut, why are you such a pathetic fucking loser? Why do you whore your ass to me? Can't you find a someone who respects you more then me? " "I'm yours master, that is all I know and all I want." He grins at me, "You are a. ” “I promise madam.”, I said, again kissing Susan’s toes. That night changed our lives forever. We were both happy – Susan was excited at the fact that she will have the freedom to have sex with any men she wanted and will still have a loving and loyal husband like me at home. I was also happy with the arrangement as I had understood that I was nothing more than a cuckold and my hot wife Susan deserved better men than me.Two months later, we bought a car and hired a Muslim driver named Khalid,.