He wants them to be spotless and with a true shine. Sometimes, depending of the activities that he puts me through, I polish my riding boots up to 3-4... times per day.So I wake up from my slumber sleep. I know that it´s Saturday because the breakfast I´m going to eat is dedicated only for Saturday mornings. Every other day of the week he wakes me up with the command to stand up with my head down for morning inspection and further orders.But this was Saturday so my master yanks the ball sack chain. I had no desire to find out if that was true for a number of years.Maybe it was just the idea of the comedic value of the pictures. Who knows, maybe he had one that was a favorite of his and maybe gave him inspiration. I can say that I was inspired by several of the cartoons to the order of eleven billion dollars. There were no cartoons to depict surviving a nuclear blast, not that it mattered if there was, because I was alive.Alive and rich, with islands around the world in which I could work. She reached down and began stroking my cock. But she said, “Better not cum!”I wanted to so badly. She rolled me over and got on top of me and slid my cock into her dripping wet pussy. She started grinding and moving up and down. “Don’t cum yet!”She stopped suddenly and told me to get on top of her. I took her legs and put them on my shoulders and rammed my cock into her sweet pussy.I banged her hard and fast and was getting ready to cum. I asked permission. She said, “YES!”Her moans turned to. I didn’t dare come before Beth, because I wanted this to be the best thing that she had ever experienced. Shit, I didn’t know if I could hold off long enough.Oops, what happened? Her pussy muscles suddenly clamped down on my cock so that I could hardly move, but that did not make any difference. Her pussy muscles suddenly began to feel just like she was milking my cock. At the rate she was going, I was going to come pretty damned soon.Meanwhile, Beth was panting so hard and so rapidly that I.