“I asked you a question.”
Snapping out of my embarrassment, I answered him quickly, “Yes, Master.”
He smirked, pleased with himself, pleased with what he was putting me through. Milf porn “Yes, Master. How many times was it already? And once I was clean, I exited the shower, drying myself thoroughly. I’m trying so hard… Please, just give me another chance. And don’t forget to keep count, my little whore.” Just before I turned away from him, he shot me a wink. Unless you’d like a whipping.”
I was tempted to just take the whipping, but I knew he wouldn’t be easy on me. My panties were beyond soaked by the this point, and I swear I could feel myself start to leak through to my pants even. I threw my hair up into a ponytail and quickly scattered on some mascara and eyeliner. In fact, I was so dead to the world that around ten at night, I didn’t hear my door creak slightly as it opened, nor the footsteps approaching my bed.
