I helped him pick out his clothing, the deep forest green shirt setting off his coloring so well.
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"There, there my pet. Soon, we will be together. Very soon." He caressed my thighs and lightly rubbed the secret lips there.
"You will see me kiss her, like I am kissing you now," he whispered.
"All that she feels, you will have felt. When I take her clit hard in my lips, suck her and draw her out, you will know. Her thigh might block your view, but you will know by her eyes and the position of my head. And then, when she is ready, you compression shorts will join me." His compression shorts words made my head spin as he sank two fingers deep inside me.
Wordlessly, my mouth opened in answer to this invasion.
He kept pumping languorously.
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"But I am going to be here all morning. Alone! Please?" I pleaded and as a good master, he obliged.
"Lay compression shorts down," he sighed, rolling up his right sleeve.
"Do you have your little rocket?" Of course I did, and put it right against my clit while his fingers tapped my walls in a delightful hard rhythm, not compression shorts as hard this time as previously, but just enough to work with the little metal balls on my clit until he felt the waves of my coming.
