Although Sir is my Master, he is not unkind or cruel and certainly does not wake me up before I am ready to be woken. Sex Bhabhi I jumped up and joined him in the shower, he was not surprised by this and I lathered the body I adored with a thick layer of suds, leaving no skin untouched. He simply shook his head, reading my thoughts and I sat in still silence while he enjoyed my obvious torment. Sir was sipping his coffee acting non-chalant as I calculated the fastest escape route to the car. Sir sat us in the back corner and told me to strip. The thought that its Saturday warmed my senses momentarily until I realised I was been woken up on a Saturday morning. “Finish it!” he barked and as I determinedly took a gulp he pushed the setting and I was in agony as the urge to moan and to swallow
