Shaving came first. So many questions I did not dare to ask. Amateur porn I had gained some weight. Spreading my pussy lips with one hand I felt for my clit with the other, stroked it, circled it with one finger. I moved my hips tentatively, the dog followed. The coffee was hot and comforting. In the mornings about nine he would come and get me. Sipping the hot coffee I made my way to the living room, sat down on the couch. The routine was broken. Blushing with embarrassment I let it drop back in the box. In the mornings about nine he would come and get me. Panting I lay on the sofa, legs wide apart, my fingers still buried in my cunt. Some parts were tamed, flower beds and mowed lawn, other parts wild, wide open meadows or dense forests. I gasped. He opened a door to our right, held it open for me. Grabbing the left tit with my hand I bowed my head, stuck out my tongue. Did he want to test my obedience? Did he drink coffee? He had told me so. More, faster, harder, no coherent thought anymore, just the longing for relief. I still did not enjoy it.
