She came through the front door and tossed her keys in the direction of the hallway table.
She walked ahead of me down the basement steps. My eyes stayed riveted to the bouncing of her ass in the navy blue short shorts. I knew she had put them on just for me. I always knew. As long as I’d known her, she would not ever wear anything like that in public, but whenever I visited, her attire was always alluring and sensual. She reached the bottom of the stairs and turned to take the overflowing laundry basket from me. She walked over to the washing machine and began stuffing the clothes into it with no preamble. I don’t say a word. I just watch her as she moves. Her body is magical. The shapely cocoa brown legs are toned and muscular with just the right amount of femininity. The arms are equally so. The long brown hair rests just below her shoulders and I wonder what it’s like to play in it.
She emerged from the bathroom to find him waiting for her beside the bed. She met his eyes briefly, then lowered her gaze. She knew his rules like the back of her hand. No eye contact unless he so ordered it. She waited patiently as he approached her. Her beloved Master paused in front of her, rubbing the thumb and forefinger of his right hand together slowly. After a moment, he walked around her towel clad body which was still damp from the piping hot shower. Moisture dotted her forehead and trickled down to pool between her breasts.