"So, you missed me, and you fucked yourself instead?"
"Yes, I did."
"Yes, what?" He presses my hand against his growing erection.
"Yes, Master. I fucked myself thinking about you."
"And?"
"I wanted you there, inside me. But you weren't there, so instead, I lay naked on my bed and got myself off."
"How? What did you do, Elizabeth? Tell me, in detail. I want to know."
I am unused to this and am not quite sure what to say, so I hesitate.
"Elizabeth, I have given you an instruction. I want you to tell me, detail by detail, how you fucked yourself."
"I spread my legs and I played with my clit." As I say this, my Master's cock jumps under my hand. I feel it straining for escape. As well as I can through his clothes, I work him with my fingers.
Ross's voice comes over the car intercom, "Sorry, Mr Haswell, we're stuck in a traffic jam. Might take a bit longer to get there."