He smiled slightly when he walked through his door. The satisfaction of seeing her there waiting for him, kneeling, nude, legs spread, head down always gave him a rush – no matter how many times he saw her like this. He reached down and cupped her right breast. It was soft but firm. It would be smooth if not for the goosebumps. This puzzled him as it was quite warm in the house. Her nipple was at attention. He rolled it b...