On that tray were a bowl of breakfast cereal, a cup of tea, and a bar of chocolate. There was nothing in the bag of any value though, and I suppose I should be thankful for that
. Despite the strange way that our relationship started, I began to enjoy the nights spent in my Mistress’ bed, even looking forward to weekends, when we could simply spend hours in the bedroom, and I missed her when she had to go away under orders, or stay out all night
She began moaning as I ran my wet tongue all around her clit and pussy. He began bucking and pumping me wildly