To those who've written asking for the next chapter, 
sorry for the delay.  I don't  seem to be able to hurry 
with this.  Constantly going back to re-write, re-edit in 
the strange belief that I can make it more readable.  To 
those who've given feedback, thank you very much as it is 
appreciated.

After this there are two more chapters for this book, 
both of which are half written.  However I don't dare 
give a finish date.  

I have a second book roughly mapped.  There won't be a 
third book.  At the moment chapter one of the second book 
is finished and there are a couple of partial chapters 
written.  With luck it may be finished sometime this 
decade!

I have also done some editing on the first eighteen 
chapters – there were many typos!  I'll try to repost 
them sometime over the next couple of weeks.

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Chapter 19 – Woof, Woof

Somehow they ended up spooned, Richard behind Janet with 
one arm under her shoulder, hand cupping her left boob, 
his other arm draped over her with that hand cupping her 
right boob.  Their knees were bent, his tucked in behind 
hers, his cock pressed ever so nicely against her bum.  
His cock wasn't hard either, which kind of amazed him.  
Maybe he was getting used to her or maybe her surprise 
deep throat trick had worn him out!

Once again Janet was a jumble of conflicting feelings.  
It felt unbelievably nice lying here naked, his body 
fitting so snugly against hers but it shouldn't feel 
nice.  Her hands were covering his, holding them against 
her boobs and that also felt great but she knew it 
shouldn't feel great.  Even if his hands weren't groping 
her boobs or nipples the way most guys seemed to, 
shouldn't she hate him touching her no matter what?  And 
having his cock press against her bum wasn't disgusting 
but surely it should be?  

His cock felt like it was in that half state, not soft 
like she knew it could sometimes be but not really hard 
like she now knew it was most of the time.  If she were 
to wriggle her bum and press back a bit she reckoned it 
would probably get hard again though!  Not that she was 
going to do that although maybe she should?  Maybe that 
was what she was meant to do?  Shit!  It wasn't fair.  
Why did his body have to fit hers so well?

Truth was he had a good body, the sort that if she saw on 
TV or in a film she and her friends would probably 
pretend to swoon over.  Why couldn't he at least have 
been fat!  Or wimpy!  Or really ugly!  With all the 
horrid things he'd done to her and made her do to him it 
didn't seem fair that he wasn't gross.  More than that, 
why did he have to keep give her mind-blowing orgasms.  
She wanted to hate everything he did to her but it was so 
hard when he did the things like he just had, making her 
feel so good.

By contrast, Richard's feelings were all on the upside.  
Life was looking very good and he couldn't really see how 
this was going to change.  Janet was so totally 
responding to him, not fighting him at all and the way 
her body was fitting so perfectly against his … well it 
was … perfect!  And they had the whole day ahead of them 
to just hang out and whenever they felt like it they 
could have sex again.  This really was how it should be 
he thought kissing the top of her head.

"Mmmm.  This is nice but I guess you'll want to shower 
and stuff?  I mean not that you smell or anything but you 
know?"

He did an exaggerated sniff then hugged her tighter.

"Actually you do.  Good though.  You smell good and sexy, 
very sexy!  But it's shower time then we can do something 
else?  Like whatever we want, you know?  I mean, you know 
anything … you know, together?"

"Yes master."

Shit!  Fuck he was an idiot sometimes!  Do something 
else?  Anything?  She was going to think he meant sex.  
Not that he didn't want to have more sex with her, of 
course he did, but that wasn't what he meant this time.  
Bumbling like a thirteen year old.  Idiot!

Sex is exactly what Janet assumed he meant.  She knew she 
should have wriggled her butt against his cock when she'd 
thought about it because it was pretty obvious that all 
he thought about was them having sex.  Or maybe he was 
going to make her read more stories or watch sex videos.  
Not that it mattered what it was, as long as she kept him 
happy, made the first move whenever she could and did 
everything he asked without question.

She was just about to reach back to his cock when he took 
his hands from her boobs and moved out from behind her, 
clambering off the bed.

"Coming?  We can use mom and dad's shower.  It's huge.  A 
two person one."

He was standing alongside the bed holding his hand out.  
All she could do was smile at him as she moved off the 
bed, giving him her hand so he could lead her to his 
parent's room.

"I just remembered you've used their shower before 
haven't you?"

"Yes master."

"Wow, that seems like so long ago.  You and Kelly haven't 
stayed over for years.  Hey, you remember the first 
time?"

"Sorry?"

"The first time you guys stayed over and used mom and 
dad's shower?"

"Not sure … oh yeah, I do.  We were, what, six maybe?"

"If that."

"Yeah, and Kel got so excited about the shower cause it 
was so big.  Your mom said it was okay for her and I to 
get in together.  You know I think that was her fav thing 
about coming over for the next couple of years, using 
your parents shower."

"Shit!"

"What?"

"I'd never really thought about it but I guess my parents 
must get in it together.  Whoa!  Not sure if I should be 
thinking about Mom and Dad in the shower together cause 
that could lead to other thoughts about them!"

"Other thoughts … What, you don't think they have sex or 
something?  Come on."

"Yeah, yeah, I know they do but trust me it's not 
something I think about.  Or want to think about!  I mean 
who wants to thing about their olds doing it?  Come on, I 
mean you don't think about your parents having sex?  Oh 
wow, you do?  Really?"

"No … no, not like that.  But once Kel and I … shit, now 
you can't tell anyone this, okay?"

"No.  What?"

"It was about eighteen months ago.  Kel and I had gone 
into town with … someone, um, can't remember who … to see 
a movie.  Kel started to feel sick so she and I came home 
but of course we were early.  Anyway mom and dad were in 
the lounge room and … you know … they were doing it.  
They didn't hear us come in and we kind of watched them 
for a bit.  That's all."

"You're kidding!  And they don't know?"

"No way!  God that'd be horrid!"

"Totally!  Ok.  Let's shower."

The shower had two nozzles facing each other.  Richard 
stepped in and turned on both showerheads adjusting the 
water temperature.  As the water started to heat up Janet 
joined him picking up the soap so she could start washing 
him.  Slave duty!

"Hey, no probs.  I showered earlier so I think I'm pretty 
clean.  This is for you.  Here, give me the soap.  Okay 
turn around, I'll start with your back."

Unexpected.  He was going to wash her?  It was fine of 
course.  Probably better in fact than having to wash him 
because if all she had to do was stand here while he 
washed her then she couldn't do anything wrong and that 
meant he wouldn't have any reason to punish her.

He started with her back working his way down from her 
shoulders, figuring this way he was leaving the best till 
last.  Maybe washing her wasn't the most exciting thing 
in the world but it certainly wasn't the dullest.  Any 
reason to touch Janet was a worthwhile one he thought as 
he worked over her back.  It didn't take all that long 
before he was soaping her butt, making extra sure he 
soaped into her crack before crouching down to do the 
backs of her legs all the way down to her ankles.

"There, all clean on the back.  Front please."

She looked amazing, wet hair plastered to her head, 
rivulets of water running over her face and her body.  
Awesome sight!  And now he got to wash her beautiful 
boobs.  He took a long time working on them, almost 
forgetting what he was doing as he stroked and caressed 
them, making sure they were cleaner than clean, paying 
particular attention to her rubbery nipples.  Then his 
soapy hands were traveling down her stomach till 
eventually one hand was between her legs, carefully 
washing her pussy.

Occasionally when she showered she played with her boobs 
and a few times she'd masturbated in the shower but 
mostly she thought of a shower as something to either 
help her wake up, refresh her after a long day or of 
course to get clean in.  This was something else though.  
It was relaxing with the water beating down on her at the 
same time as it was exciting having him soap her 
everywhere.

"Ohhh!"

She couldn't help the small moan as his hand moved 
between her legs and rubbed her pussy, one finger briefly 
dipping inside.  Then he was kneeling down, resting the 
top of his head against her mound as he worked his way 
down her legs, even cleaning her feet.  As the water 
poured over them she moved her hands through his hair, 
pressing his head against her.  It seemed that all too 
soon he was finished, putting the soap away as he stood.

"There.  All done I think." 

"Hmmm.  Thank you.  Umm, do you want me to wash you?"

"Nope.  I'm fine but what about your hair?  Want me to 
wash it?"

"Oh, um, I guess.  Yeah.  It needs it I guess."

"Okay.  Now I know how fussy you are about your shampoo 
but mom has a zillion shampoos you can choose from here."

"Fussy? I'm not fussy."

"Shit, you practically threw a tantrum the first time you 
had to wash your hair here because my shampoo was 'boy 
crap' if I remember rightly.  After that you used to 
always bring your own over."

"Well it was boy crap.  And I didn't throw a tantrum.  
I've never thrown a tantrum.  In my life, ever.  I'm sure 
I'd remember something like that.  And look, your mum has 
lots of stuff I can use."

She picked up one of the shampoo bottles and was about to 
squeeze out some shampoo when Richard took it from her.

"I'll do it.  Here, bend over a bit."

Soon her head had all but disappeared in the shampoo 
lather as he worked it into her scalp.  Then he 
repositioned her so the shower was washing the shampoo 
out.  At the same time he started working his fingers 
into her scalp.  As he worked, he thought he heard Janet 
moan, then a few seconds later her head dropped forward 
till her forehead was resting on his chest.  Nice!  This 
was his favorite part of having his hair cut, when the 
hairdresser washed his head and gave him a head massage, 
especially if it was a girl doing the massage.  Only 
trouble was that it was normally over in a couple of 
minutes and he always wanted more.  

So he gave Janet more.  For at least ten minutes he 
worked his fingers on her scalp as the water cascaded 
over them.  Finally he eased off.

"All done."

She slowly lifted her head, looking up at him for a 
moment before putting her arms around his neck and 
kissing him.  

"Thank you.  That was so good.  Felt like my head was 
going to melt away or something."

"Excellent.  I always love having my head massaged too.  
Hey, time we go out before we become total prunes."

As they were toweling themselves dry Richard made a 
second attempt to find out what Janet wanted to do for 
the rest of the day.

"So, now we're clean, what would you like to do?"

"Oh, um, anything you want really."

"Well some of what I figured we could do would be another 
movie, um, get some DVD's but we'd have to go out to get 
them of course, go to the mall, swimming, bike ride, TV 
but there's probably nothing on, um, its too late to go 
to the beach today really.  So, any ideas?"

"Bike?"

"What?  Bike ride?  Really?  Okay, cool.  You mean it?"

"Ah, yeah I guess.  I think my bike's okay.  I mean I 
haven't used it for a while but it should be okay."

"Like old times, huh?  Except Kels not here."

Years ago when they didn't go away during the holidays, 
Richard, Janet and Kelly would spend much of their time 
on their bikes, traveling all over the city.  He hadn't 
actually planned on suggesting they go for a ride it had 
slipped out.  But now that it was out he was quite glad 
because he still loved riding and it might be fun to be 
riding with Janet again.

Janet had grabbed at the idea of a bike ride because it 
seemed to be a safe option.  If they were on their bikes 
they couldn't have sex, wouldn't really have to talk much 
and nobody was likely to see them.  Easy choice really!

So it was that thirty minutes later they were over at her 
place, Richard checking over her bike pumping up the 
tires while Janet was upstairs changing.  When she came 
back down and joined him in the garage it took all his 
self-control not to suggest they forget the bike ride and 
have sex again.  

She'd dried her hair and had it pulled back in a pony 
with a blue scrunchy holding it in place.  Her face was 
fresh and clean, inviting, her eyes sort of sparkling.  
She was wearing a white sports bra, a darker blue 
sleeveless top that was knotted under her boobs leaving 
her mid-riff bare, pale blue bike pants that looked like 
they'd been painted on, white sport socks, sneakers and 
she looked absolutely amazing.  Sexy.  Hot.  Possibly the 
most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.

"Wow!"

"What?  What's wrong?"

"Nothing.  No.  You look … great, that's all.  I mean … 
wow!"

"No.  This is just an old top and … no."

"Yes!  You do, I mean really … you know … you do … um, 
well, anyway everything seems okay here.  Tires are up 
now.  Guess we might as well head."

A minute later they were rolling down Janet's drive and 
turning right.  Janet wasn't really expecting to enjoy 
the ride but as soon as they took off that changed.  It 
had been so long since she'd been on her bike that she'd 
forgotten how exhilarating the wind against her face 
could feel.  

After about a mile of zigzagging through local streets 
they reached Holstein Park from where they could link up 
with the bike pathway.  Over the last twenty years the 
city had invested heavily in bike paths building a 
substantial network.  The track they were on lead them 
through a series of parks and dedicated bike lanes 
skirting the edge of the city before coming out alongside 
the river near the university.  If they followed the 
track along the river they'd eventually reach the sea but 
that would be a very long ride.  Richard pulled up, 
waiting for Janet to catch up to him.

"So, how far you want to go?"

"Huckleberry Hill maybe?"

"Cool, that's what I figured too.  Let's go!"

Huckleberry Hill was Richard, Janet and Kelly's name for 
a private area they'd discovered about twelve miles 
downstream.  At the time of the 'discovery' Richard had 
been reading Tom Sawyer, hence the name.  It wasn't much 
of a hill, more of a tall mound but it had become their 
favorite hideout.  It was at a bend in the river about 
two hundred feet inland from the bike path, and was 
surrounded by trees and bushes making it very private.  
On the other side of the track down by the river there 
was a little cove that was protected from the current 
where they swam.  They'd often brought a picnic lunch, 
spending hours swimming in the cove or hanging out on 
their hilltop.

For most of the ride along the river, Richard let Janet 
take the lead.  The problem with this was that a few 
times he almost collided with someone coming the other 
way and once almost missed a bend in the path which would 
have seen him end up in the river because his attention 
was continually on Janet, not the path.  He had trouble 
keeping his eyes off her, reveling in the sight of her 
amazing legs pumping up and down, the intricate play of 
her back muscles, the sweep of her arms down to her hands 
where they gripped the handle bars and the sway of her 
ponytail.  It was so exciting being able to look at her, 
to drink in her beautiful body without the fear she'd 
tell him to stop, tell him to piss off.  

The track became progressively deserted as they moved 
further from the city and for the last five minutes they 
didn't see anyone else.  When they arrived at the bend in 
the river they pulled off to the side.

"Want to see if the hill's still there?"

"I think it'll still be there Richard.  It can't 
'disappear' can it?"

"You know what I mean.  See if it's still hidden, if 
anyone else has discovered it."

"Yeah.  Okay, why not."

The bush seemed to be a lot thicker than they remembered 
so it wasn't an easy climb.  Janet went first and soon 
Richard had to help her so she didn't slide back down in 
some of the steeper spots.  He was tempted was to hold 
her butt and push her up that way but resisted and 
instead put his hands on the small of her back to help 
her.  The last few feet was almost a vertical climb over 
a bank and he really had to push so she could get up.  
When Janet was over the top she turned and offered her 
hand to Richard to help him and once they were both up it 
only seemed natural to keep holding hands.  At the top 
the small grassed clearing which was maybe twenty feet 
across looked no different to when they'd last been here 
probably four years ago.  From the hilltop you could see 
out to the river and all the way down to the sea off in 
the distance.  They stood in silence for a while, hand in 
hand, looking out.

"I'd forgotten how beautiful it is?"

"What?"

"The view.  It's really beautiful."

"Oh, yeah, I guess so."

"Guess so?  Boys!"

"Hey, pity we didn't bring food."

"You mean pity I didn't bring food.  Kelly and I always 
brought the food unless it was chewing gum."

"Yeah well I'm a boy aren't I.  Food's girl stuff isn't 
it?"

"Pardon?"

"Hey, only joking.  I do food now.  Mom and dad wouldn't 
let me stay by myself until I'd proven to mom I could 
cook stuff."

"Scary thought!"

"Say, you want to have a picnic here one day?"

"Oh … um … yes, of course."

"Tomorrow maybe?  We could head down early and spend most 
of the day here.  Maybe swim as well?  What do you say?"

"I guess.  Yeah, okay."

"Cool.  Great!  Should be fun.  And you're right you 
know, it is a great view."

They stood for a while longer, still holding hands 
enjoying the silence and solitude.

"So, well, um, now we know the hill's still here I guess 
we can head back?"

"Okay.  At least getting down the hill will be easier 
than climbing up."

The ride back was uneventful though by the time they 
reached the house they were both starting to feel a bit 
worn out from what was an almost non-stop two-hour ride.  
Richard led them around the back of his house and they 
propped their bikes against the back porch.

"Want to have a swim?  Cool off?"

"Yeah.  Definite."

"Then last one in's …"

"the last one wet!"

It was a silly phrase that the three of them used to say.  
Before Janet had even finished the second half of it 
Richard was racing off, heading to the pool, tugging at 
his t-shirt.  Standing by the pool he started yanking at 
his shoes with one hand while the other was pulling down 
his pants.  Then something flew past him.  Janet.  She'd 
taken a running dive into the pool fully clothed!  That 
wasn't fair or rather, why didn't he think of that.  By 
the time she surfaced he was naked and he dived in, 
heading straight for her.  When he reached her he leapt 
at her intent on dunking her but she easily dodged him.

"You cheated!"

"What?  No way.  Nothing in the rules says you have to 
take your clothes off.  And anyway, thought you knew I 
was a cheater!!"

"Oh yeah, true, I forgot."

"So, I win."

"Okay cheater, you win … this time.  What do you want?"

The other part of the game was that the last one in the 
pool had to do something for the others.  Normally Kelly 
was the last one in and her tasks tended to be menial 
jobs such as getting them drinks whenever they wanted 
them.  Until Richard said 'What do you want?" Janet had 
forgotten about that part of the game.  Her unedited 
response shocked her though as she thought about asking 
him to go down on her, to finger her, to slowly make love 
to her.  Of course she didn't say any of those, no way in 
the world.  She shook her head, trying to throw these 
sick thoughts away.

"Oh …  I'll think of something, don't you worry."

"Okay, I'll be waiting."

"Shit.  Now my clothes are all wet!  How am I going to 
get them dry?  Shit!"

"What do you expect if you go swimming in them!  Anyway 
all you have to do is put them in the dryer.  They'll dry 
no problem."

"Oh.  Yeah, of course.  I might do that now."

"Okay.  Hurry back."

Half way to the Marks' laundry Janet started to worry and 
not only because of what she'd almost blurted out when he 
asked what she wanted.  She'd had a great day from the 
moment she woke all the way through to diving in the 
pool.  She'd enjoyed hanging with Richard and that was 
wrong.  She shouldn't enjoy any of this she should hate 
it.  Maybe when he gave her an orgasm she couldn't stop 
her body enjoying that but she shouldn't enjoy riding 
with him or swimming with him or anything else they might 
do.  

Truth was she shouldn't really enjoy him giving her an 
orgasm either because he shouldn't be able to give her an 
orgasm.  Her body shouldn't be betraying her like this.  
In the laundry she quickly stripped, throwing everything 
including her sneakers in the dryer.  What to do?  She 
didn't seem to be able to stop herself enjoying the good 
things he did but even if she could that probably would 
be the wrong thing to do anyway.  He'd probably realise 
there was something wrong, get angry and punish her.  All 
she could really do was what she was doing, make sure he 
was happy with everything she did to him.

Richard was on top of the world as he watched Janet head 
into the house.  Climbing out of the pool he hit the 
switch for the spa before slipping into it, letting the 
bubbling waters envelop him.  Things were going way 
better than he could ever have imagined.  They were 
really hanging together now, just like they were 
boyfriend and girlfriend.

Warning!!!  Shit, he was doing it again, convincing 
himself that she love … liked him.  She didn't and as 
much as he might want her to he had to remember that she 
never would.  She was only doing all this stuff cause she 
was scared of him, cause he was blackmailing her into it 
and he mustn't forget this otherwise he'd end up blowing 
it.  Maybe he was getting too soft, maybe he needed to be 
more of a master.  He had to dominate her more.  Made 
sense because it was when he dominated her that she 
learnt stuff.  It was after he'd whipped her and hit her, 
that that she became a good slave.

In some of the slave stories the master would whip a 
slave for no reason.  When the slave would ask why, the 
master would say it was because the master wanted to, or 
because they could.  Maybe he should do that.  Give her 
another whipping and tell her he was doing it just 
because he could.  Yes, he'd do it when she came back.  
Tell her to go a get the whip.  He'd make sure she didn't 
forget he was her master.

She was coming back now.  She was standing on the other 
side of the spa.  She was about to get in.  She was 
naked, her body still wet, shining in the afternoon sun 
and his heart was in his throat!

"Hold on."

She paused, one foot poised above the water.  He was 
looking at her, his eyes slowly traveling up her body and 
she felt the blush spreading over her face and neck.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing.  Nothing's wrong.  I mean, you're … I mean the 
sun's on you and the spray of the water and … and you 
look so beautiful.  So really beautiful that I guess I 
wanted to look at you because it's so hard to believe.  I 
mean you are so beautiful.  Sorry.  I mean, get in, come 
on."

He thought she was beautiful.  She wasn't, not really, 
but he thought so and that was so nice.  She moved down 
into the water and somehow they drifted together, meeting 
in the middle of the spa, only their lips touching.  To 
start it was the lightest of touches but soon their 
tongues joined in, moving in a delicate dance and even in 
the warm spa water they both shivered with a tingling 
pleasure.

"Thank you … master."

"What?  Oh, no, thank you … what I mean is, you know you 
probably don't have to say 'master' all the time.  I mean 
only sometimes, you know."

"Oh … um …  thanks."

They kissed again tongues once more exploring before they 
retreated to opposite sides of the spa, smiling 
tentatively at each other, adrift in their thoughts as 
they enjoyed the relaxing pummel of the water.  Richard 
allowed his eyes to close as he tried to analyze what had 
happened.  One moment he was getting ready to whip her, 
the next moment he was telling her she didn't have to 
call him master!  The thing was he felt good about that 
and he was glad he hadn't asked her to get the whip.  If 
he had he was pretty sure she wouldn't have kissed him 
the way she did and the kisses had been amazing.  He 
could still feel the effect, an exciting tightness deep 
in his stomach.  But telling her she didn't have to call 
him master?  That was undoubtedly a dumb thing to say but 
he didn't know how he could unsay it without sounding 
totally stupid.

For a while nothing more happened but as the swirling 
water push their legs around they occasionally collided.  
Soon their feet were touching, toes fitting together, 
breaking apart then coming together again.  Janet knew 
she was smiling as they played with each other's feet but 
she no longer cared.  Eyes closed, the hot water swirling 
around, the tension disappearing from her muscles, it was 
hard to focus on anything other than the small pleasures 
of the moment. 

Then his feet disappeared and she was momentarily 
disappointed however his hands soon replaced them.  She 
kept her eyes closed as his hands moved along the outside 
of her legs, up her calves, her thighs and her hips.  As 
they circled her waist she felt his body move in between 
her legs and she closed her legs in, settling them around 
his hips, trapping him as she opened her eyes.  He was 
kneeling in the water, his smiling face a foot from hers, 
looking incredibly cute.

"What's happening tonight?"

"Pardon?"

"Tonight?  Can you stay?"

"Oh, um, I don't know.  Have to ask mom."

"Want to do that now?"

"Okay."

He closed the gap and once more they kissed, this time 
with a little more urgency.  As their lips and tongues 
dueled she idly wondered if he was hard under the 
swirling water.  Probably.  She knew she was wet and not 
just because they were in the water.  When they finally 
left the spa she saw his cock was definitely very hard.  
There was a moment of panic as she wondered if she was 
meant to have done something for him in the spa but he 
hadn't said anything or tried to get her to do anything.  
Maybe she should offer to suck him or something like that 
now.  She was trying to figure out exactly how to say 'Do 
you want me to suck your cock?' when he threw her a towel 
as he started drying himself.

"Come on, let's check with your mom."

They were soon inside and she was dialing her mother's 
work. 

"Hi mom.  …  Yeah, good.  …  Oh, okay.  So about six 
thirty?  …   No nothing really.  See you then.  Bye."

As she hung up the phone she turned to Richard, hoping he 
wouldn't be angry.

"Um, I've got to go home tonight.  The Morgansens are 
coming over for dinner apparently and mum wants me 
there."

"Six thirty?"

"Well yeah, that's to like set the table and help her in 
the kitchen and stuff."

"So that gives us about two hours."

"Yep."

"So I guess we could swim some more or maybe we could go 
upstairs.  Which do you think?"

"Oh, um, whatever you want … master."

As he stepped up to her, his head tilting to one side, 
his lips meeting hers, she closed her eyes, accepting the 
kiss, returning it with an open mouth.  Her arms went 
around his waist as his circled her shoulders and their 
bodies pressed into each other, separated only by their 
towels.  They kissed for a while, tongues playing with 
each other till he pulled back.

"Hmm, nice.  I love kissing you.  No, I want to know 
which you want to do?"

He lips touched hers again, his tongue tracing her upper 
teeth.

"Swim …"

This time his tongue ran across her bottom teeth.

"Or upstairs, sex, lots of sex."

Once more he kissed her, his tongue pushing into her 
mouth as his arms dropped down to clutch her arse, 
pulling her tight against him.  This time when they 
parted they were both a little breathless.

"Well, which one?"

"Sex."

"Lots of it?"

"Yeah, lots and lots of sex."

She'd only meant to repeat his phrase, 'lots of', not 
embellish it with 'lots and lots of'.  That had sort of 
slipped out.  Not that she thought it was a bad thing but 
it made her sound like she was really wanting him to have 
sex with her and of course she wasn't.  But of course she 
did want him to think she was looking forward to having 
sex so it was actually good that she said it.  Anyway, 
the important thing was that if they were going to have 
sex again she knew she had to take the lead, to convince 
him she really wanted to have sex with him.  

This was so radically different to how she would have 
acted only a week ago.  Up till then, when she was with a 
guy, there was always this internal radar operating ready 
to signal her when it was time to run interference as his 
hands moved too close to her pussy or tried to undo too 
many buttons.  Of course now that she didn't have to 
worry about, in fact wasn't allowed to worry about that, 
it did make it easier to think about him, about how she 
could give him pleasure, because that's really what this 
was all about.

So instead of leaving her hands encircling his waist, she 
moved them down to momentarily hold and squeeze his bum, 
pulling him to her before she started tugging at his 
towel.

Richard had been prepared to take it slow but Janet was 
obviously hot to have sex, which was fine with him.  As 
he felt her hands tugging at his towel he reciprocated, 
bringing his hands between them to loosen the end of the 
towel where it was caught between her boobs.  Within 
seconds they were both naked again, their bodies pressed 
against each other.

"That feels better."

"Hmmm."

Then they were hungrily kissing again.  As they kissed he 
started to shuffle towards the stairs and when he bumped 
against her feet, she lifted them, placing them on top of 
his so he was able to walk the two of them to the stairs 
without interrupting their kiss.  The stairs presented a 
problem though.  He didn't want to break the contact with 
her but if he tried to walk them up the stairs like this 
he'd probably topple over and kill them both.  

He figured there wasn't really another option so, 
breaking their kiss, he scooped her up into his arms, his 
left arm under her knees this other around her shoulders.  
Instinctively her arms went around his neck as he started 
up the stairs.  She was grinning at him, something he 
hadn't seen for a long time and he liked it.

"Think you can make it?"

"What?  Yeah!"

"Well, last time you tried this you didn't!  Remember?"

"Huh?"

"Last time you tried to carry me up some stairs, 
remember?"

"No … wait on, yes I do.  We'd been playing in your yard 
and you twisted your foot?  Yeah.  I remember.  I was 
trying to get you up to your room or something like that.  
Had to stop half way and you crawled the rest of the way 
didn't you?"

"Yep.  I remember my foot was hurting so much.  Then when 
you picked me up it actually hurt even more but I didn't 
tell you cause you were so worried about me.  You were 
like really wanting to carry me upstairs and I didn't 
want to hurt your feeling or something like that."

For the last few steps they were silent, Janet resting 
her head on his shoulder as they each remembered a more 
innocent time.

"There!  Made it, even if you are heavier now than you 
were then!"

"Heavy?  Heavier?  Thanks.  Great, I'm fat.  You think 
I'm fat."

"What?  No, no I don't."

"You said I'm heavy."

"Heavier!  Of course you're heavier than five years … 
Shit … you're not fat."

"Well heavier, fat.  Same thing!"

"Okay!  Look, come here."

He pulled her in front of the full-length mirror, and 
standing behind her, pinned her arms to her side.

"Look.  Not fat.  Not even in the slightest bit fat.  
You're … you're perfect!  Your body is … is … it's 
beautiful, the most beautiful body I've ever seen.  It's 
so beautiful, you're so beautiful, so totally perfect.  
See?"

"No its not … I'm not, no way."

"Look.  No, look dammit!"

"Please don't.  Stop.  You're embarrassing me."

"Tough!  Anyway, you are beautiful and there's absolutely 
no way in the world you're fat.  So."

It was embarrassing, so confronting being made to stand 
in front of the mirror like this.  She wanted to twist 
away, run and hide.  Not that she thought she was fat 
fat, but she knew there were places that weren't as good 
as they should be.  He boobs were almost too big and her 
hips were probably too wide and she was always worried 
that her thighs were starting to get chunky.

"My boobs are …"

"Perfect.  Absolutely totally perfect.  I love … they 
look so beautiful."

"You're not fat."

"What?"

"You're not fat."

"I never said I was."

"No, I mean you've got a good body."

She turned towards him, any excuse to be able to stop 
staring at herself in the mirror with someone else there.  
And this was what she should be doing anyway, saying nice 
things to him, being a good slave.  She brought her hands 
up to his shoulders then trailed her fingers down over 
his chest.

"See, you have a good body.  Muscles, but not too much."

"What are you doing?  You trying to change the subject?"

"Yeah, maybe, anyway I thought we came up here to have 
lots and lots of sex, not talk about my fat body?"

"Yeah we did and I told you you aren't … ohhh!"

She'd ducked her head down and locked her lips onto his 
nipple, sucking on it, her tongue flicked against it as 
her hands moved behind him, grabbing his butt, her nails 
digging in as she squeezed his bum.  If she wanted to 
shut him up, this was an exceptionally smart way to do 
it.  He groan again, stroking her hair as she moved from 
one side to the other, paying homage to his nipples, 
sending shivers through his body.  Then her lips moved 
lower as she carefully slid to her knees.  Her hands 
still kneading his butt, she tilted her head up, looking 
into his eyes as she licked her lips.

"Would you like your slave to suck your big beautiful 
cock master?"

Janet Sheen, kneeling at his feet, holding his bum as she 
looked up at him, asking him if he wanted her to suck his 
cock.  No, his big beautiful cock!  Every cell in his 
body did a back flip as the blood rushed to his head and 
his vision tunneled till all he could see was her open 
mouth and the delicate pink tip of her tongue tracing 
along her luscious lips.  It felt like forever before he 
was able to marshal the appropriate brain cells to allow 
him to speak again although it was undoubtedly only a few 
seconds.

"Oh yeah, I sure would.  I'd love my slave to suck my 
cock … ohh, god!  Yes, that's feels, that's so … so 
good!"

His hands were on her shoulders, hers were still at work 
on his bum and her mouth was now performing magic on his 
cock.  He stood immobile, lost in the sensations as she 
sucked and sucked, her head corkscrewing up and down 
taking at least half his cock into her mouth as her 
tongue moved constantly against his cockshaft.  Soon he 
could feel his cockhead moving across the roof of her 
mouth till he knew it must be getting close to her 
throat.  Her throat.  Yes, maybe she'd do that again.  
Shit, all he had to do was ask her and she'd do it.    

"Oh that's so fucking good.  Um.  Hey, can you do it all 
the way again, you know like this morning.  That was so 
amazing."

She wasn't surprised to hear him ask her to deep throat 
him.  From his response this morning she wouldn't be 
surprised if from now on she had to do it every time she 
sucked him.  Well, if she did it successfully once then 
there was no reason why she couldn't do it again.  
Repositioning herself she tilted her body up, angling her 
head so that hopefully it would be a straight line from 
her mouth down into her throat.  She stopped sucking and 
for a while just licked his cock, letting her saliva 
build up as she mentally prepared herself.  The idea of 
having his cock actually inside her throat was still 
scary and the last thing she needed was to panic as she 
was doing it.

Finally she was ready, almost looking forward to the 
challenge of doing this again.  She moved back till only 
his cockhead was in her mouth and then, as she peered 
along his shaft into his pubic hair, she started 
swallowing, her tongue undulating along the underside of 
his cock.  She watched the shaft slowly disappear and 
when she felt the smooth head touch her throat she took a 
huge swallow.  It entered her throat and, pushing aside 
her natural instinct to pull back she kept moving, 
feeling the mushroom head moving down her throat.  Her 
eyes closed as his pubic hair came closer and she dimly 
heard him calling out something but her total focus was 
on this thing traveling down her throat.  She didn't stop 
until she'd taken him all in and her lips were buried in 
his pubic hair, her nose pushing against his stomach.  
She'd done it.  Yes!  She didn't know why but it felt 
like she was accomplishing something truly amazing having 
his pubic hair squashed against her lips and his cock all 
the way in her mouth!

"Oh wow.  That looks, feels so awesome!  I can't believe 
it … Oh shit, all the way!  You're so fucking 
unbelievable!"

For the next thirty seconds neither of them moved or made 
a sound.  Richard was spellbound, time suspended, as his 
girl stayed totally glued to his groin, his cock 
completely buried in her mouth and throat.  Janet 
couldn't believe how easy it had been, how right she felt 
just being there, Richard's cock completely inside her.  
She idly wondered if they could stay like this forever or 
would his cock eventually shrink.  Then the spell was 
broken by the simplest of things.  She started to need 
oxygen and she hadn't yet worked out if breathing was 
possible with his cock in her throat.  She slowly lifted 
her head, this time hearing his groan of pleasure as his 
cockhead left her throat.  Good.  He must be enjoying 
what she was doing!

She took her mouth off his cock giving the head a little 
kiss.  

"Was that right?"

"Oh that was so right.  So unbelievably right!  You have 
no idea how amazing that looks when I'm all the way in."

She didn't take him back in her throat immediately.  
Instead she licked and sucked his balls and the base of 
his shaft for a while, enjoying his occasional moans and 
groans.  As she worked on him she tried to make sure he 
could see what she was doing, remembering that this was 
one of the instructions from the video on sucking - 'Guys 
liked to watch you suck them'.  Which she sort of 
understood as she'd have loved to have been able to 
properly see what he was doing when he'd licked her 
pussy.

Watching her licking his cock and balls was of course 
great and on one level he'd have been happy to let her do 
that forever but there was a more vocal part of him that 
really wanted to be inside her, to feel her pussy walls 
massaging his cock.

"Oh wow.  No more.  I mean no more sucking.  I want to 
make, um, you know let's have proper sex.  Shit, I mean 
let's fuck now!"

He lifted her up and they kissed, their bodies melding 
together.

"Mmm.  That was nice master.  I like sucking your cock."

"And I love you sucking my cock.  Really love it!  Hey, 
you know I thought maybe we could do it from behind this 
time?  You know doggie style."

From behind!  He was going to fuck her in the bum again.  
Her heart sank.  Damm.  Everything had been going so well 
and she'd assumed they were going to be going it the 
normal way, sort of had been looking forward to it.  That 
wasn't really true.  She hadn't sort of been looking 
forward, she'd totally been looking forward, anticipating 
that wonderful fullness in her pussy.  Now it was going 
to be that strange fullness in her bum, which would 
probably be okay as she'd discovered to her major 
surprise but still, she'd really wanted to do it the 
normal way.  

"Yes master."

She hesitated though, not sure what he meant by doggie 
style, but uncertain about asking him.  However her 
confusion must have been obvious.

"Doggie style.  That's where you're on your hands and 
knees and I'm behind you.  Like dogs do!  On the bed I 
guess."

"Oh, on the bed, yes master."

She quickly got up on the bed on her hands and knees, and 
he followed her, positioning himself behind her.  She 
felt his hands on her bum, spreading her, getting ready 
to put his cock into her bum again.  Apparently this time 
he wasn't going to use anything to make it easier for his 
cock to get into her. 

"Umm, master?"

"Yeah."

"Um, could you use the stuff please.  I think I'll need 
it if that's okay … sorry master."

"The stuff?  What stuff?"

"The stuff over there.  You know the slippery stuff you 
put in my bum and on your cock the other times.  Please.  
Unless you don't want to, that's okay of course.  I'm 
sorry, I thought you must have forgotten.  It's okay, 
I'll be okay master."

"Hold it, hold it!  No, I'm not going, we're not doing 
anal.  Doggie style is fucking in your pussy, not your 
bum."

"Oh.  Oh!  I didn't … I thought you meant when you said 
behind.  Oh, that's okay.  Good!"

"I mean I think that's what doggie style means.  Anyway, 
that's how I thought we could do it this time, you know 
try a new way."

"Yes master.  Thank you.  I … I didn't understand."

"Hey that's cool … unless you want it in your bum?"

"No … I mean not this time.  Pussy is good."

He grasped the cheeks of her bum, opening her out a 
little more.  He loved holding her butt especially like 
this where he could see his fingers lightly digging in as 
he gripped her.  He also loved looking down and seeing 
his cock pointing at her slit, waiting for him to close 
the gap so he could enter her.  He shuffled forward 
holding his breath till that electric moment when his 
cockhead touched her pussy lips.  

"Ohh."

Holding his cock in one hand he slowly brushed the head 
through her wet slit, spreading it as he hunted for the 
entrance.  It didn't take long for him to find it as she 
opened out for him like a delicate flower.  Then with a 
tiny push his cockhead was once again inside her, 
captured by the impossible tightness of her amazing 
pussy.  

"Ohhh!"

They moaned in unison as he entered her.  He stopped, 
holding himself just inside, savoring the moment.

"What's it feel like?"

"What?"

"What's it feel like?  My cock.  What's it like having it 
there?"

"Good master."

"Yeah, but I mean what's it actually feel like."

"Oh, um, strange.  I guess.  But not really strange 
because it's good.  Um, big, but not too big.  Opposite?  
It's like one thing then the opposite."

She couldn't believe that they were having this 
conversation, that she was here on her hands and knees 
telling him what it felt like to have his cock in her.  
Even more so she couldn't believe how easy it was to tell 
him this stuff, stuff she'd never in a million years have 
thought she could say to a guy.

"Right.  Yeah.  I think I know what you mean.  Like I 
want this to last as long as possible, forever, but I 
also want it to happen straight away cause it feels so 
good being inside you.  And it feels like nothing I could 
ever have imagined but it also feels totally natural."

"Ohhh!"

Again they moaned, this time as he pulled back on her 
hips at the same time as he pressed forward with his.  He 
watched with amazement as his cock disappeared into her 
pussy till he was pressed against her bum, all but the 
last fraction of his cock buried inside her.

"Wow.  All the way.  Feels so good when we do that.  You?  
How does it feel?"

"Uh, good, yeah."

"And?"

"What?"

"What's it feel like?  Now I'm all the way inside you?"

"Um, oh, it's, it's like this thing's invaded me but not 
bad … it's good, like I want it to.  And it feels like it 
shouldn't be able to fit but at the same time it's as if 
it's a perfect fit.  As if it's totally meant to be in 
me."

"Wow!  That's awesome.  Opposite right?  You know for me, 
it's so tight, you hold my cock so tight that it's as if 
I shouldn't be able to get into you.  But it's so good 
that you open up and let me in.  It's like you're pulling 
me inside you.  It feels so good, looks so good.  And 
you're really hot.  I mean heat hot, you know.  I so love 
being in you."

"Yes … master."

In the stories they used hot and tight a lot.  Richard 
had always assumed when they said hot they really meant 
good but now he realised it actually did mean heat, cause 
her pussy was so hot inside.  And in the stories tight 
had mostly sounded to him like it would be painful having 
to push into a girls pussy but it wasn't painful at all 
entering her, in fact it was totally the opposite.

His curiosity sated, he started moving again, content now 
to concentrate on pleasure as he started slowly fucking 
her.  The sight of his cock sawing in and out of her cunt 
mesmerized him till he caught a glimpse of her boobs.  He 
leant to the side so he could watch as they swayed back 
and forth in time to their fucking.  Awesome.  His hands 
soon found their way under her to hold them and to play 
with her hard nipples.  

Initially Janet was uncertain about having sex in this 
position but it didn't take her long to become a fan.  
With his questions over, she started to feel anonymous, 
invisible from the world because she wasn't looking at 
him.  She didn't have to answer to him, didn't have to 
worry about him, all she had to do was focus on the 
feelings starting to build between her legs.  As the pace 
of their fucking picked up she dropped from her hands to 
her elbows, her forehead on the bed and this was even 
better.  Without thinking one hand snaked back till she 
was touching the top of her pussy, brushing her fingers 
over her clit.  Soon her world had simplified down to the 
hands on her boobs and nipples, the fingers on her clit 
and that thing … his big cock … moving in and out of her 
pussy.  All rational thought was turned off and 
everything was now about pleasure, about taking the 
steady ride up the hill to her climax. 

Richard knew he wouldn't last long and when he realised 
she had her hand down at her pussy, playing with herself 
that spurred him on.  He picked up the pace till he was 
pounding into her and then just when he thought he 
couldn't take it anymore, when he was sure he was going 
to collapse he felt his balls tighten and his climax was 
pulsing through him, the come pumping out of his cock, 
once more filling her beautiful cunt.

When he'd started moving faster she knew he must be 
close.  Already she was poised and knew she'd be able to 
push herself over the edge at any time.  She waited 
though, wanting to hold off till he was coming, wanting 
to come at the same time.  Thus it was that as she heard 
him grunting and felt his cock expanding, pumping his 
come deep inside her she flicked her fingers rapidly 
across her clit, triggering her own climax.

"Ahhh!  Ohhh god!"

As she came, her cunt rippled in waves along his cock, 
seeming to milk him, to drag the come out.  He clung to 
her, riding her body as she bucked and shook, continuing 
to pump his cock into her even after he emptied all his 
come.  Finally though it was over for both of them and he 
slowly withdrew.  Flopping down alongside her he gathered 
her in his arms, his lips searching for hers.

"Mmmm.  That was great.  Thank you.  Wow."

"Thank you."

"So you see, that's the doggie position!"

"Woof, woof!"

They smiled at each other then kissed again.  

She wished she could lie in his arms for much longer, 
gently kissing, taking time to descend from the almost 
euphoric state she reached with her orgasms but she knew 
she couldn't, not if she didn't want to get into trouble.  
She moved her lips from his lips to his throat then down 
further.

For a second Richard wondered what she was doing, why she 
was leaving his arms, and then he remembered.  She was 
being his perfect girl.  He lay back on the bed, arms 
spread, eyes closed as he mapped her progress in his 
mind's eye.  Her lips moved from his neck to his chest, 
then his right nipple, and now his left.  For a second he 
thought it was her finger running under his chest along 
each of his ribs but then he realised with a shiver that 
it was her tongue.  Next she was at his belly button, her 
tongue digging into it as she covered it with her lips 
and sucked on it.  Then her mouth left his body only to 
return a couple of seconds later as with a moan she 
swallowed half his cock.

"Ohh!"

For a while he was content to let her lick and suck at 
him, cleaning their juices from him but then he wanted 
part of the action, he wanted to taste her beautiful 
pussy again.  Reaching down he grabbed her knee, trying 
to swivel her around.

"Move around.  No, keep doing that.  Move yourself 
around.  I want you pussy up here.  Yeah, that's right."

Once she'd realised what he wanted she'd turned her body 
round then thrown one leg over him so he was now staring 
up into her pussy, she was centered over his cock, and 
they were in a classic sixty-nine position.  Janet 
resumed licking and sucking his cock as Richard stared up 
at her pussy trying to work up the courage to do it.  
Half a dozen times he told himself it didn't matter and 
half a dozen times he chickened out.  He'd forgotten that 
it wasn't only her juices now, his come was also there 
and he'd never tasted his come. 

Nope, he couldn't do it, couldn't bring himself to eat 
her pussy after he'd deposited a load of come in it.  He 
could however play with it and his fingers were soon in 
action.

Janet had assumed he was going to eat her out and for a 
long time was anticipating feeling his lips and tongue on 
her, even after his fingers started to play with her clit 
and her pussy.  In the meantime she upped the level of 
her attention to his cock and balls, and was now sucking 
him in earnest.

"Oh yeah.  That's good.  I'm going to come again soon!  
Yeah, keep doing that."

She moved her mouth up so it was just his cockhead in her 
mouth and started working her hand up and down on his 
shaft till it was moving in a blur.  In this position she 
could see his balls.  Normally the skin that they were 
held in was loose but as she watched it tightened and 
then she felt the first pulse.  She adjusted the pace of 
her hand movement to the pulses, milking his cock as she 
suck each spurt into her mouth.

He groaned with each spurt, holding her tightly, his 
fingers buried in her cunt.  Finally it was over and she 
was just nursing his cock, coaxing any last drops out.  
Now he really collapsed, totally spent, totally satiated.

"Oh thank you.  That was great.  So great!"

"Yum!  Thank you for letting me suck your cock."

Shit, she couldn't believe that she'd just said that!  
Not the thank you, as it had been her intention to thank 
him.  She had to thank him or get punished so that was 
okay, but 'yum'.  What was she thinking?  Or more to the 
point, what was she becoming?  

Punished!  He hadn't punished her today and she had to 
head home soon.  What should she do?  She desperately 
tried to remember the list of rules in the contract, 
trying to recall if she had to ask him to punish her 
everyday and give him a list of things.  She didn't think 
so but what if she was wrong?  It had been a good day … 
okay, if it wasn't for the slave thing and the fact that 
she was being forced to do all this, it had been a great 
day … and she didn't want to blow it.  She'd have to say 
something but what?  What had she done today that was 
against his rules anyway?   

She didn't wake him up with a blowjob although that 
wasn't really her fault and he didn't seem upset about 
it.  Before he'd told her not to call herself slave all 
the time she'd forgotten a few time so that would 
probably count.  When she was telling him how she 
masturbated he got angry at one point because she wasn't 
telling him everything.  She wasn't sure if that was 
something he'd have on his list of things to punish her 
for but he might so she should probably include it.  If 
there were any other things she'd done wrong she couldn't 
remember then and hopefully he wouldn't either.

"Umm, master?"

"Yes?"

"I have to go soon … sorry."

"Yeah.  Bummer.  Still you'll be back in the morning.  
Umm, you want to shower, you know clean up before?"

"Nope I'll do it soon as I'm home."

"Cool."

"Umm … is there anything … I mean …"

"What?"

"Well do you want to … you haven't um, punishment?  I 
didn't know if you had to, you know, punish me for 
anything today and I have to go soon, so?"

Instantly the blood poured back into his cock.  She was 
asking to be punished!  As she should but he'd totally 
forgotten.  Wow!  His little slave was asking him to 
punish her.  What for?  He couldn't even think of 
anything she'd done today to piss him off.  Today had 
been perfect from the moment he woke to find her sleeping 
alongside him till now.  However as her master it was his 
responsibility so of course he'd punish her.  He'd just 
have to get her to tell him what she needed punishing 
for.

"Yep, of course.  Not much today though is there.  So, 
what have you got that you need to be punished for?"

"Well, I didn't wake you by sucking you off, I didn't 
call myself slave all the time before you told me I 
didn't have to anymore and … shit, there something else.  
I'm sorry master, I've forgotten."

"Right, so two things, maybe three."

"Yes master.  Oh yes, the other one was when I was 
telling you how I, um, masturbate you got angry cause you 
didn't think I was telling you everything."

"Were you?"

"What?"

"Were you telling me everything?"

"Oh, um, not completely but it was because I was 
embarrassed.  I did after that though master."

"Right.  Good.  Well I guess that's three things so three 
… no, six slaps on the bum slave."

Only six!  She was so relieved and also so glad that 
she'd done this.  Six slaps on her bum wasn't really 
going to hurt but if she hadn't said anything and he'd 
had to remind her it would probably have been a lot more.

"Yes master."

"You know, trouble is I think I'm paralyzed, don't think 
I could move after what you've just done to me.  Tell you 
what, if you just lie across me at right angles then we 
can probably do this.  

"Yes master."

She swiveled around till her hips were over his crotch, 
his cock pressing into her groin.  Resting her head on 
her hands, she waited.

"Ow … one … thank you master."

No pain!  Maybe because of the position they were in he 
couldn't really swing hard or maybe he wasn't trying to 
really hurt her.  She still let out an 'ow' with each 
slap as she counted off and thanked him but it didn't 
hurt.  In fact it was nice, sexy, feeling his hand 
bouncing off her bottom.

Richard decided that this was probably the best way to 
spank her from now on!  He knew he couldn't really be 
hurting her, which he was glad of.  What was appealing to 
him about this was the way her body was squirming against 
his.  If felt really nice.  All too soon it was over 
though.  For today anyway!

"Ow … six … thank you master."

"My pleasure slave."

She almost retorted 'no, my pleasure'.  She could feel 
her cheeks flaming at the embarrassment a comment like 
that would have caused her.  As much as she was pleased 
with herself for being able to say most of the things she 
did, knowing they kept him happy, knowing they stopped 
him really hurting her, she didn't want to take it too 
far.  She'd have to be really careful, have to make sure 
she didn't forget how much she hated him.

"I really have to go now."

"Yeah I know.  Kiss?"

She moved up and they shared a final kiss.

Later as he closed the front door behind her he was a 
little disappointed that she couldn't stay the night but 
mostly he was happy, happy, happy.  Things were going so 
well, so much better than he could ever have imagined.  
Maybe he should get a head start and plan tomorrow.  Plan 
what new things he could do with his girl.  Make a list 
maybe.

He stared at the monitor.  There were so many things that 
he'd fantasized about doing to her, so many ways of 
having sex, of playing with her body it was hard to know 
where to start.  

1.	Wrap ropes tightly around the base of her tits

Delete

1.	Make her go out wearing

Delete

1.	Use a pulley to hang her from 

Delete

1.	Get her to finger herself at

Delete

1.	Put pegs on her

Delete

Everything he typed he wasn't interested in, had 
absolutely no desire to do.  This was wrong!  After all 
the months of thinking about doing things to her, reading 
all those stories on the internet and imagining it was 
Janet being humiliated and hurt, he had to still want to 
do these things to her didn't he?  Yes, of course he did, 
he just had to focus.

For the next ten minutes he focused and finally started 
typing again.

1.	Make love to Janet.

That was what he wanted.  He loved reading the bondage 
and the nc stories, loved jerking off to them however 
sometimes he found that the stories he liked reading even 
more were the consensual ones.  One of his all time 
favorite stories was about the guy who spent every summer 
at a nudist camp with his family.  Not that Richard 
thought he could ever go naked at a place like that of 
course.  But the sex scenes in the story were really hot 
in a nice way.  Especially the ones where the guy started 
to have sex with his girlfriend.  Maybe that's what he 
wanted.

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1.	They make love to each other

That was it.  That was what he really wanted.


  
School Girl Slave Ch19