Chapter Eight
Cynthia
The sexiest night of my life, continued…
After hearing the riskeward analysis of turning left or right, Master Jeremy reached out to me and took my pale, trembling hand. Not knowing in advance in which direction I would go, I walked one step more, and then impulsively turned right. I took a deep breath, leaned up against the wall, my heart thumping loudly in my chest. My Master pushed me into the wall again with the throbbing erection, grabbed my boobs and sucked on my aureoles and n*****s. I liked how he always seemed to have his hands on my t**s, ass or p***y lips, and taking charge like he owned me. Jeremy’s such an ardent lover. Now, if I could just build up a little courage to turn left next time…
“Are you disappointed?” I asked, while he petted the lips of
