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Impatiently, my Master finally reached out his hand, grasping the moist undergarment. Then, giving a sharp tug, he tore it from my body. "Kneel," he demanded, "here, on the floor between my feet. Then lean back on your heels and open your slit. I want to see how ready you are."
Visibly shaken by then, I did as he had directed, pausing only to brush the clothing from beneath me as I lowered myself before the tight, hard erection that threatened the very fabric of his slacks. Then, fingers trembling, I reached between my legs and parted the lightly stubble-shaded confines of my sex for his inspection.
By now the moisture seeping between my legs had begun to pool and drizzle along my inner thighs, leaving slick, wet trails along my shivering flesh. I reddened, humiliated at my weakness...