“Not that I wasn’t thoroughly enjoying myself…” He dropped his sock on top of the shoe and switched feet. “But there was just kind of a feeling that we’d, I dunno…” The second shoe hit the floor. “…gone off course, somehow.”
He dropped the final sock and stood on both feet.
“It just didn’t seem to go with the music and candles and everything. As long as you’re down there would you care to do the honors?”
She was kneeling before him, having pulled out his shirttails and undone the last few buttons. She smiled her assent and began undoing his belt as he tore off his shirt.
When she had his pants undone, she thought for a moment about pulling his zipper down with her teeth, the way she had that first day, but decided she would save that for the next time she was his slave. Instead, she settled for doing what she had done with his shirt: as she pulled the zipper slowly down and his still-erect cock gradually came into view—he again wore no underwear—she kissed first
