She Is My Lady Charles Cowin Chapter One I moved through the apartment with the silent grace with which I had been trained. My lady must have her personal surroundings... just ,so. She, of, course, had not yet arisen..... time to make absolutely certain that her environment was ...pleasing. I, of course, belonged to her, as much as the elaborate furnishings. Slipping through the apartment, I mused upon how to awaken my mistress... I dream about slave boys, beautifully oiled, massaging every inch of my body while involuntarily erect male harem guards look on..... so pastel, so soft. Suddenly, a hard smack on by bottom, tender and upturned, brings me resentfully aware of my surroundings. My man Charles, smoothes his hand upon my warm cheeks, smiles, and intones in that infuriatingly cool tone of his that, "It is time to rise Madam..." I press my sex against his still exploring hand and mumble into the pillows, "....do me Charles" I move my hand from a slight cupping of my lady's sex into a more urgent configuration. My third finger eagerly seeks out her labia.... the others rush to catch up. Gentle fondling plus the firm massage of her neck and shoulders soon produce the squirming with which I am so familiar.... She is wet now, and responsive. My right hand moves subtly up and down against her sex, pressing gently, but insistently, and she pants out her response. I soothe her as best I can.... My left hand is urgently, then gently moving up and down her spine. Her skin moves over perfectly relaxed musculature. My right hand, buried in her undulating sex, presses on the known point while simultaneously searching for the small elusive one... I whisper in her delicate ear... "That's it sweetie, you can do it, come one my love, cum in my hand my sweet..." She responds by pressing herself fully against my palm, suddenly growling with lust and determination. " Shut the fuck up you eunuch bitch! I'll ..... ooooohhhhhh! I'll fuckin.... ummmmm tell you..... bitch when to ......ummmmm.... Oh! ooohhh! fuck you you fucking... ooooooohhhhhh bast... fucking sterd! Milady, now satisfied, turns her attention to her morning toilet. I, of course, accompany her, it goes without saying that Milady should not have to bathe herself....
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