I did not kneel as much as my legs gave out on me. But either way, I found myself at eye level with his hard cock. Out of the tip of the bulbous head was a single pearly drop of liquid, and I licked my lips, thinking of the way it would taste. The soft dewy tip was mere inches from my face, and I ached to lean forward and take him into my mouth just so I would know what he felt like, what he tasted like. But I knew better than to move before Master told me to. Otherwise, he might just put his member away, and that was something I did not want. So, I stayed still and waited with agonizing patience for him to tell me what he wanted next.
My obedience was well rewarded with a smile of pride on his face. “Open your mouth.”
I opened it as wide as I could, wanting to get as much of him as I could.