Minne finished, stood, and brushed dust from her knees. "All clean," she said shyly, eyes flicking to me—then down, lingering on the bulge straining my zipper. Her face went scarlet. She busied herself with the pillows, fluffing them with quick, nervous movements.
I set the frame down, wiped sweat from my brow. "Need a break. You too—grab, erm, grab some water."
She nodded, scurrying off. I locked myself in the bathroom, exhaled hard. Phone out—Jasmine's nudes from days ago. Naked, legs spread, tits out. I stroked fast, desperate. But nothing. Needed real touch.
"Fuck…" I said, cock throbbed, aching.
Knock. "Master?"
"Y-yeah?"
A pause. "Are you… in there because of me?"
I froze.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "For showing you my unpleasant body. It was an accident. Please forgive me."
"No—no, that's not it," I said, buckling up and opening the door.
