You took a few bites for Yourself while I was chewing and swallowing, and we ate in complete, blissful silence. Had you gone to retrieve something else? I was still nestled into Your shoulder but my free hand was resting on Your chest under the covers, my fingers enmeshed with the curly hairs there. You must have been exhausted, Sir, because You continued to sleep, even as I held Your precious cock in my mouth. I mentally braced myself as You came through the door, Sir. Oh, Sir, even in my current state of overwhelming arousal, even in my now-familiar but still deeply humiliating position on all fours while I continue to write this report for You, I can feel myself blushing all the way up to the roots of my hair as I recall some of the things I said when you ordered me to beg: words I didn’t even know I knew. I’ll crawl for you, I’ll kiss your feet…I’ll kiss your ASS, Sir!
