Two years, five weeks and three days. That was precisely how long it had been since she had last seen those eyes. She had only known him for a matter of minutes, but every second was imprinted upon her brain as though she had been branded. She felt hot needles of desire sear through her now as she looked across the train carriage to where he was gazing out of the window, unaware of her presence.

The memories of that night came tumbling back into her mind in technicolour. Her Master had bathed her and dried her, then bound her gently, wrists behind her back. She could see her Unclad reflection in the mirror, large breasts, trim waist and ample hips, her chestnut curls partially covering her face.

‘You look beautiful like that’, he said softly. ‘I’m going to leave you now.’ Longing and desire flooded through her. She wanted him so badly, but knew that this time she could not have him. Instead, she would live out her deepest fantasy.

She heard the doorbell ring and held her breath, straining to listen. Hearing the front door open, she could just about discern two male voices. Then a set of footsteps came slowly up the stairs and the door creaked open. Painfully aware of her unclothedness and vulnerability, she felt adrenaline course through her. Her Master had warned her that she should not look at the stranger, but she could not stop herself from stealing the briefest of glances. His piercing blue eyes took her breath away. She screwed her eyes tight shut to stop herself from staring but his face was already imprinted upon her mind. For a moment there was just stillness. The stranger was standing so close to her that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her cheek and smell his musky scent. As she longed for him to touch her, arousal slowly replaced her fear. It was only a matter of seconds before there was the gentlest brush of his fingertips against her Tip and, catching her breath, she found herself leaning in towards him, wanting more.

Catching her off guard, he pushed her gently back against the bed. Parting her legs, he knelt down and gently flicked his tongue over her most sensitive part. Waves of pleasure began to pulsate through her body.

Moving his attention to her lips, he gently parted them with his tongue and began to taste her, prompting moans of desire.

His soft, confident movements elicited a spontaneous response from her body, as she pushed her warm, wet pussy towards him. Spreading her legs wider, http://zo.ee/4l3mv

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