Chapter 67

Lips curving, eyes creasing, my Master's gaze briefly lifts to mine, then lowers again as he drops his face into my cleavage, mouthing over heating skin. A hand works up under the hem of my skirt, fingering into my panties. "Ah, wet already." Fingers probe, penetrating my liquefying entrance, pump me once, twice, then withdraw.

He stands back, sucking his fingers with the air of one sampling a fine vintage. "Hmmm… Good, but you need a little more yet…" His eyes settle on my belt. "That's got to go."

Fumbling at the buckle, he opens it, slips the belt free of the skirt and tosses it aside. Then, reaching around, he slides the skirt around, bringing the zipper to the front. Head tilting, he sucks in his cheeks then, with a hand to either side of the zipper, he grips and heaves.

For a moment, the zipper resists. But only for a moment. The slider skitters down the teeth, the whole thing yawns to a Y, then the metal base-stop abandons the fight and the zipper rips apart. As it splits, the t