Mistress knew me like a book, “You’re thinking about Sam fucking you, aren’t you?”
As we resided at her house, I smiled, “Yes Mistress.”
“You thinking about being fucked by a real cock?”
(I now loved a dildo in my ass while Mistress rode me, but no dildo could compare to Sam’s (real) cock).
“Yes Mistress, and I like him as a person and sex partner. That said, I want to be with you forever; I’m not switching teams.”
It was winter; a fire crackled in the fireplace. Snow covered the outside world. It was quiet, warm, and wonderful. She pointed to the floor, and I was on my back, wearing nothing but my work-out panties, while she was in her fluffy jammies. I massaged one of her feet, while the other dangled above my face, allowing me to kiss and worship. As always, my cock began to grow in my panties.