<br/><div class="floatright">(http://img04.deviantart.net/e64a/i/2008/186/b/c/petra_on_her_knees_ii_by_marcbull.jpg)</div>Oh what a delight it was to taste Andi’s excitement, to feel her quiver beneath my lips with her gentle sighs and moans resounding in my ears. I would lick and tease her day and night if I could, valuing her approval far beyond my own pleasure. Even blindfolded I could pick her out of an identity parade; those soft familiar folds and gentle fragrance and how her juices flowed so readily at my beckoning would set her apart from any other. With her tension building her hands pulled me deeper and then thrust me away and I gasped and grieved my loss, but her voice comforted me.<br/><br/>Andy ran her finger over my chin and slowly pressed it to my lips so that in her absence I could continue to savour her sweet essence. Naked and exposed, I moaned and whimpered and sucked as though it would be my last taste of her and then too, her thumb was denied me.<br/><br/>A guest? Oh god! She’d never done this before and at once my already racing heart exploded and my entire body trembled in terror and anticipation.<br/><br/>I strained my ears to listen to Andi crossing the carpet, sensing her fading into the distance. Oh how well she knew me, how well she understood my needs and wants. With my back to the door I had no desire to remove my blindfold or cover myself, even when I heard the muffled voices from without. I belonged to her, in my mind if not in contract and I would obey her every word. Is this what it is to love unconditionally?<br/><br/>The soft footsteps returned, echoed by another and my head cocked, anticipating their movements. Could they see how laboured was my breathing or hear how loudly my heart was beating? Had she brought a man or a woman? I couldn’t tell, did not care. My lips parted, full and moist, my cheeks glistening, fresh with the memory of Andi’s pleasure and I sighed softly in anticipation. And then she spoke and my body cried out in silent longing, though I remained kneeling and motionless with my rising proudly.  Though my hands and feet were free, they were bound by something more secure than the strongest chains, they were held by Andi’s word, her whim, her pleasure.<br/><br/>At once I realised that I was being offered to another as a gift and whether cock or cunt came to my mouth I would treat it as Andi’s very own and love it as I loved her.<br/>