This was not lost on Sally, but instead of acting jealous, my future bride winked and blew us both kisses as expressions of her love.“Damn, girl, yo...u really know how to make a man feel loved!” I declared, prompting yet more kisses to my face and neck.“Master, I’m yours. Period. No ifs, ands, or buts. Unconditionally your property. Never forget that. I’m a Bottom. I live to serve my Master, the man that I love. Like the guy from the car insurance ad says, it’s what we do, we Bottoms. We serve.. One hand jacking off her man-meat and the other squeezing her left breast. It didn't take long for her to get that sensation again. She loved to cum like a man. She wished she could do it all day long, just shoot hot creamy cum all over the place. And she did just that all over the bathroom mirror. After cleaning up and taking a shower (in which she shaved her very hairy legs and stomach), she wrapped herself in her bathrobe and went out for breakfast.Mark was standing by the kitchen counter. The water beaded on his tanned back and rolled down like wateroff the back of a duck. As he peeled off his pants, he reveled skinthat was shockingly white in contrast to his deeply tanned torso. "Get up into the bathtub," Alicia said. "You're on the vergeof hypothermia." "What?" "Just get up there." Alicia followed her naked son down theplushly carpeted hall way and up the carpeted stairs. Her eyes neverleft his flexing little asscheeks. She hadn't seen any of her sons. She moved through the mall and when she went into a shop I would either follow her in, if it was a big store, or wait outside if it was small. This went on for about half an hour and then she went into a shoe store. I watched as she tried on several pairs of high heels and by the time she was ready to leave the store I had a cock that was so stiff that I was afraid I wouldn't be able to walk and follow her. She left that shoe store and went to another and again I positioned myself where I could.