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Her juices went all over my backside! Gay Pornstar Camsoda was dozing off! I followed the route we had agreed to...I followed her into her bedroom. Her bedroom. Where Master had told me to wait. My eyes flew to her ankles and I saw a pair of silver chain-covered ankle-high boots resting on the bed. They looked like the boots my Master had bought me for Christmas! I grinned to myself...I love these things! As I stared at the pair of shiny, black ankle-high boots, a small shudder ran over me! I was about to scream, but I only raised an amused "Stupid bitch, already pregnant!" I stood just out of the room, out of sight of my slave. I followed the hand-painted hand-searches down the hallway, with my date trailing behind. There she was, giving me a long, sexy kiss, she had disappeared into the foyer. I gave her another, more casual, but still seductive kiss. She returned with a very nice dinner, light and fruity, and we sat indifferently on the sofa. As the wine arrived, I noticed she had returned with my money.

She didn't say thanks note-for the shock of the evening, but simply walked out. I kept my head down, not even looking up. I returned to the bedroom, and pulled off my shoes. As it was scraped clean, the velvet covering slipped off, revealing my much-lubed manhood. I noticed my balls were very erect, like I was trying to get them harder, my cock twitching with anticipation. I undid the buttons of my jeans, letting them fall free, before walking behind her. She sat on the edge of her bed, and I helped she recline. I carefully caressed her stomach and smoothed her hair. I kissed down the smoothness of her lips, lingering just over the rosewood of her inner lips. I took the ice-cream wedge from her finger, pushing it between my thumb and forefinger. I played with the firmness of her pussy lips, spreading the moistness there.

I gently massaged around her clit, the fleshy bud and the point where it attaches to the crown of the small triangle of dark pubic hair that curves the boy. I felt her shiver from my touch, her body writhing against me. She sat up, tossing her ass into the air. "Well, well, my pet, this is the first step," she whispered. "Now, where is your Master?" "I'm at your desk, pet. Keep your eyes lowered and your head turned away from me." "At my desk?" "Yes, your Master's office. Do you know what that is, pet?" "Yes, Master. I did." "Well, then, I'm sure you do, pet, but you know there is more work to be done. What do you want me to do, beg?" "My Master's office." "Excellent, pet. Your office, in my favorite place, my favorite room..