Chapter Nine
Wincing at the pain in my battered soles, I shifted from foot to foot on the hard tile like someone standing on a hot surface. Mistress meanwhile tucked her boots under her arm, crammed her belt and tape back into her purse and picked up her pointer and dress. Then she led me back into the house and up to the master suite as though she’d already laid claim to the place. Both of us were still naked, drunk, and moving rather unsteadily. Limping along behind her, glad I wouldn’t be obliged to run any marathons in the immediate future, I spent the entire journey avidly ogling her incredible ass, thunderous thighs and the impossibly slim and sexy small of her back. Once we reached the bedroom she headed straight for the attached bath.
“That’s enough music for tonight, boy – thoug
