First, let me start by thanking all of you who have been with me since the birth of this story or who have picked it up along the way, but continue to stick by me even when life gets in the way and updates are few and far between. Have no fear, tomorrow you will get what I hope is a much anticipated update, pics included! I noticed that there others still putting up nude or highly risque pics, so I won't deprive you guys of any devious pleasure either. I just have to make them smaller. Lol... Thank you all for your kind words of encouragement, and for sticking around to see this thing through to the end. As promised, here's your teaser:

Master had stepped out of my line of sight, but I knew that his glorious cock was out. Not only could I smell his unique musky scent of arousal, but I could feel the heat of his exposed flesh burning my skin. As if reading my mind, Master rubbed the tip of his silky, yet firm flesh against my cheek, awakening the wanton whore buried deep within me. “Mmm...” Master hummed thoughtfully. “So close, yet so far away, my little pussycat.”

My body remained stock still; the only indications that Master’s touch was affecting me was the way I swallowed thickly and the heaving of my chest. If this was a test, which I know it was, I was going to pass with flying fucking colors.

Nevertheless, it was still pure torture!

He was right there!

Right fucking there!

Suddenly, I felt overdressed.

My clothes felt too tight, constricting.

All of a sudden, the room felt like it was being engulfed in flames, and I swear it felt like my body was being consumed from the inside out. I could feel sweat forming on my brow and at the nape of my neck. Never before had I wished to be naked more than I did right now. As a matter of fact, I cursed the day that they ever invented clothes.

I blame that bitch, Eve!

Master gently glided his cock from the apple of my cheek to the corner of my mouth and stopped.

What?

No!

Give it to me!

Don’t tease me!

Pleaseeeeeee!

At this point, I wasn’t above fucking begging for what I wanted, but I knew that would be the opposite of helpful right now. Master wanted to test my control, and I wanted nothing more than to please him.

One quick swipe of my tongue and I would be able to taste him, taste the delicious nectar dripping from Master’s cock. Stopping right at the corner of my mouth, Master paused. “Does my little pussycat want a taste of Master’s cock?” Again I remained quiet. “Good girl, open,” he demanded.

He didn’t have to tell me fucking twice.

Dropping my jaw, I moaned in delight when I felt the pressure of his thumb on my tongue.

Surely, this is just a preview of what was to come.

Right?

Wrong...

Taking his glistening thumb and tracing my bottom lip for a second time in less than five minutes, Master brought his lips to my ear. “I’m afraid that naughty pussycats don’t get rewarded, pet.” Stepping back, Master tucked the beast back inside his pants, sadly cutting off my view.

Once his pants were zipped and everything was back in order, Master returned his attention to me. “Your journal is on the patio, pet, along with your robe, and I suggest you strip for inspection before working on your assignment. You will find instructions inside and have exactly one hour to complete it, after which, I will come to retrieve you so that I can dress my girl for this evening. We have a stop to make before heading to the club tonight, but I’ll explain more and give further instruction later.”

Knowing that was all I was going to get for right now, I waited until Master was out of the room to remove my clothes and slip on my robe. It was a beautiful spring day, so I didn’t bother with the belt, letting the sun warm my naked flesh. Living in the penthouse had its advantages, and also, the idea of some nasty old perv getting a peek at my goodies from one of the neighboring buildings turned me on and had my already wet pussy glistening even more.

Hey, don’t judge me...