Eating...

Well I was wrong on a few counts.

Mistress sorted out the shopping then went up to shower, asking me to get Her lunch together. We always have a bean mixture of we are both home for lunch (and I always prepare it – She used to, but not any more).

As I’m mixing the food Mistress calls me to come upstairs, and I wonder what She has in mind. I find her naked in the dressing room, carrying some porn that She loves (www.literotica.com - she likes (loves!) the favourites from the lesbian category).

She’s as clean as a whistle, and tells me that I’m going to eat Her nice, clean pussy, and She lies down on bed and gets into the porn. I go down on Her and do my best. (http://www.asstr.org/files/FAQs_and_Information/How_to_Eat_a_Pussy.txt)

She gets fairly wet as I work Her – the lesbian porn always does that – but I like to think I help, and in due course She drops the porn and grasps my head firmly into Her pussy as She shudders to orgasm. I slow down and gently lick Her clean and dry as She sighs in contentment.

“Time for work” She tells me – “Go down and make my lunch.” So I do.

She comes down and settles at Her desk with Her files and papers. I finish preparing the lunch and serve Her at Her desk. Lunch and tea. She works while I serve.

I then prepare my own lunch, kiss Her goodbye, and come back to my room to work and eat.

Well, I guess She’s had the sex She wants, and the pleasure She chose for me was the privilege of eating Her – and I was privileged.

I can’t complain – there is no uncertainty there – She’s just done, and had me do, just what She wanted, and She chose me to do it.