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Watch yourself, Pet.I was in a pale blue towel. I opened the door like that because I heard you call me, and you told me I better open it at once. So I did. You didn’t let me get dressed later.Not for the lack of me asking, but I wasn’t allowed to.”Drop the towel, Pet”Your words were measured. I picked on the tone. I made me gulp down whatever moisture was left in my mouth.You’ve never seen me naked, yet. ” No, sir” You took a step forward. And I, took one back.”I’ll not repeat, pet. Drop the towel. Now!”I still shook my head no. “Very well, you don’t want to? Okay, don’t. But if you lose it. You’ll have to come ask me for a punishment. Am I clear?””Yes, sir. But..” “Talk only if you’re spoken to. Not another word.” I nod my head yes not exactly understanding what’s in store for me.You reach out and your two fingers slip into edge of the towel, in line with my cleavage. And you pull me close. I clutch the towel just in time to stop it from unwinding and falling down. You then kiss me to daze. I want to hold you, but I can’t. You are deliberately thorough, and make it hard for me. I have my towel in a death grip instead. You then take my elbow and drag me to the dressing table. I can see to my knees in the mirror. You stand behind me, in a white shirt. Collar open, and sleeves rolled up twice to your forearm. Dark blue pants. You look crisp for someone who worked all day long. Save for your hair, and your face. It’s tired. But your eyes are still sharp, not moving and so are your lips. I watch you, torn with where exactly to focus. I want not to look away from your face, because istanbul escort I wish to catch you give away something, anything. But then, your left hand drop to my side, and my eyes follow that. You touch the side of my mid thigh and trace it up, I half expect you to slip your hands into the towel but yours glide over to the curve of my hip. You hold my love handles, palm them, squeeze a little before your hand wind across my torso pulling me flush to your front. I gasp at the pull. And I feel ass first that you are hard. I look at your face in the mirror, it gives away nothing still. Your right hand finger tips slide over my right hand, I try to hold yours, but you evade that. You continue to feather touch up my arm, leaving goosebumps on your wake. You rub my shoulder in circles, bend down to kiss me. Once, twice, and thrice up to where my neck meets my shoulders. Your nose behind my ear, you hold still for a moment breathing into me, breathing me in and then you catch my skin in between your teeth, pull, suck and leave me with a smooch. Your right hand then dip down to my boobs. Cupping them over the towel, I’m a handful but I fit in your hand just fine. You pull at it, knead and go back for more. Your left arm across my torso leaves me, and gets inside my towel quick. You hold my left ass cheek in yours, rub and pinch it. Sir, you then push me down to the table. “Hold yourself up, and you better be watching.” You say. I hold my towel in a hand, and prop myself up over the table with another. I hope avcılar escort both of my hands don’t give out. You spank me fast over the cotton that’s covering me. Five spanks in each. I’d have loved to have my thighs close, but yours is wedged between mine. And I’m aware I might spoil your pants. It makes me blush. You notice that, but don’t ask me anything. I know you know, because you smirk watching me blush. Your one hand holds me down, while the other gets inside the towel to touch me. You tap my ankles with your shoe and I spread my legs wider. Bent over, my ass is so close and yet so far from your front. I feel you, but you don’t let us touch. It maddens me. I’m wet, and I suck in a breath when you find that out. Your fore finger and ring finger pushes my pussy lips apart and fix them in place while you run your middle one up and down. You forbid me to move. And I don’t. You tease me, spreading my wetness up and down, making me messy. I stiffen when your finger gets to my asshole. But you don’t probe or do anything. You slip in your middle finger, so shallow, and then too deep. “Do not close your eyes. Watch.” “Yes, sir” I say with half a voice. It feels like I’m standing on your single finger, I’m centered onto it. You finger me, rubbing and teasing my clit. Bend down and kiss your way up at the center of my back. Over the towel, and then to my bare skin, to my nape over my hair, and to my neck burying your face in. I arch back into you. Finally touching you. You take my weight. If not for you, I’d collapse down.I catch my reflection şirinevler escort in the mirror and can’t take my eyes off me now. I try not to roll my eyes up and get lost in it. I look wanton, hungry, wild and dazed. I look like a slut. My hair frizzy, half wet and half dried, no make up, my lower lip swollen and glossed, and eyes glassy. I look just fucked. And I’m! Your finger then move faster, I stand on my toes now. I murmur “please” and “yes” repeatedly and then some words that I don’t even understand. And you stop. It takes me few seconds to get that. I look up to see you holding me to yourself in a back hug, your chin on my shoulder. You are breathing too calm for my liking, while I, panting. I turn in your hold and my free hand gets to your sleeve. I fist your cuff in my little hands.”Please Sir, finish” I beg you. My voice raspy, hoarse. My mouth completely dry. You shake your head ‘no’ And before I could say anything, you take a handful of my towel in a firm grip just above my breasts and rip it off me in a second. I look down to my naked self, and then to the towel dropping to floor from your hand all within a few dragged out seconds.”You lost the towel, pet.””You snatched it sir” I tell you, stammering. Still dazed.”No, you lost it.” It hits me then. You never said anything about not trying to take it away. Just that I shouldn’t lose it. I’ve failed. And you can see me now. You see that I’m thinking. And exactly catch the moment I conclude.It’s a win – lose lose. “Exactly” You smile. I like that you smile. But I don’t exactly like the reason. But it’s done now. You’ve played me smart, and it excites me that you did one over me. You take a step back, and sit on the edge of the bed. I stand not moving at all. Completely exposed.”Now, the punishment. Come ask. But first, KNEEL” Your voice finishes sharp in an otherwise silent room. And everything blurs out to me, except your voice.

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