Chapter 5 Living Obama

The way she looks at me I bet she's aroused again, well I am tired, I just want to eat, and rest, for now, the fucking could start a little bit later, " Sinclair I am hungry"

Distracting her from my body, my trouser was loose on my waist, with the odd line of the lingerie show, my buttoned T-shirt was slightly open and which gave a shady view Of my torso and she was lost already

I bet I kick her sexual fantasy, " well Martin, you have to prepare something to eat" she says, while moving east of her direction, " come let me show you around" she says, I follow suit like a pet dog

She showed me the hall she calls a kitchen then I peeked through the terrace, very beautiful, then I was taken to my room, which would be one of the greatest things I had seen in my entire life

It was a bright room, with a king-sized bed just at the edge of the room, several bedtime lamps, a fuckin big walk-in closet, a golden bathroom, and a freezer, it was a whole new world in here, why would anyone want to leave this luxury.

" damn " I mutter as I stood my ground, what if it's all a projector, well I would leave in this hologram for life, " this is your room martins, for the next year of your life," she says, I nod in satisfactions why not two or three years, this is heaven

There's a flat-screen TV just opposite my bed, and a curvy couch just before it, and I saw two gamepads, awww " I love you so much Sinclair " I say to her, rushing over to give her a hug, a kiss on her forehead and her neck.

I could see the look of grimace on her face but I don't care, I thought of buying one of these, but oh well baby boy got tax to pay, but having this is quite good, is there anything to show around anymore?, if there is I am not willing to see

" Make yourself at home, while I go order some groceries, " she says, and I nodded in approval, she left and I surveyed the entire room, it was like those VIP hotel suites, but there was no jacuzzi outside, that was a shame.

Well I am still living a dream, well Martin here's a ticket to living Obama, there is some juice in the refrigerator, not a fan but oh well, it's for the celebration of a new lifestyle, I seat on the curved couch, staring at the big TV, with a remote in my hands, switching through channels

When Sinclair walks in, she leans on a plain surface not far from where I sat, " this is why I said you should read the document" she said, in a hushed tone, making me question what I'd done wrong now.

"What have I done wrong, Sinclair?"

"You stand when your mistress walks in the room," she said. I rolled my eyes to the back, what the fuck does that mean, it doesn't even make a difference. "Yes, your royal highness" I bow before her, then stand with my hands crossed.

"Now stripped, I would like to see what I paid for" she said, well I expected that, my dick was never a private part, at least not to women, I pull my pants in a go, including the oddly itching lingeries, " leave it on " she commands.

I pull on the pants, then wears the lingerie, " satisfied mistress" I say to her, and she smirks at me, " still needs a little bit of work" she walks elegantly towards me, and fondles my dick in her hands, while admiring it, " you are blessed down her" she compliments, I smirk at her compliment, "I know"

She clears her throat and I know owning her compliment was a rule I was supposed to break. Well, I should have read the contract. By the way, what if she is allowed to tie a rock on my cock and throw me down in the deep blue sea, the tyrant I have before me is capable of doing that.

"Thanks, mistress for the compliment"

"that's more like it"

She fondles my dick again, and I feel aroused by her oddly soft and tender palm, but a trace of amusement, might end up going for another round of sex, that's going to make it four times in less than 24 hours,

" Well you have a master to please, but before that, we have something to do". She places my dick in a string just beside the V cut. It suspends slightly, it's bigger but it will hold for the meantime.

" there"

" Thanks, mistress," I say to her and she taps me slightly on my shoulder, I feel elated already, damn, I will have to be a good boy for a whole year, she slightly tugs on my hands, and pulls me towards the door, I bet it's time to cook, maybe I could impress her with my famous spaghetti bolognese.

That might earn me a few shoulder taps, a well-defined orgasm, and free cash, " can I do the cooking" I say to her slightly bowed, " sure, who will?" she said, a smug smile appearing on my face, time to stupefy your taste buds.