And now, of course, I’m back in my office writing all of this to You, having finally made myself get dressed again and walk, on wobbly legs, the several blocks back into town. But I managed to get myself under control and told them I must be coming down with the flu that’s been going around. I have no idea how I found the strength after being so thoroughly wrung out but the sudden need to pleasure You as You had just pleasured me was so overwhelming that somehow I managed to get on all fours and crawl over to You, where I rose to my knees and began tearing at Your belt and zipper, feverishly repeating, “Please, Sir, let me… Please, Sir, let me… Please, Sir, let me…”
You made no reply, Sir. – to masturbate for You and be nothing but Your little slut again.
