I wake the next morning when he gets up from the bed, he goes into the bathroom and when he returns, I'm sitting up in the bed. He picks up the phone and dials room service for us.
When breakfast arrives, "go get that boy."
I walk to the door after putting on basketball shorts, and open the door. I forget completely that I'm still wearing a leather collar, I tip him with the money Sir gave, and bring the food in the room.
"Here boy, bring me my plate, sit here and we'll eat. Then we have to get dressed and go to the first house soon."
"Sir, are we going to be able to shower?"
"No boy, but it's okay, I want you to smell like a freshly fucked bottom boy. It turns me on."
"Yes Sir."
We eat breakfast, get dressed, and head out of the room, but just before we leave, he removes the collar from my neck and out the door we go.
We look at three houses, and they were nice, but Sir didn't really seem too impressed.
We meet the realtor at the next house, and he's already out front. We walk up to the house, he hands Sir the key, "the house is ready for you Sir, I'll sit out here and wait for you to look at the house. Let me know when you're finished."
We walk through the house, the downstairs is nice, spacious, then we head upstairs, and at the top of the stairs are two rooms, one on the left and right.
He pulls me into the one on the right, "just picture it boy. The play room here, and the bedroom on the other side. The sling I fucked you in the first time over in this corner. The saw horse over here, and this whole wall has racks for all my toys. There's also a closet here for the leather clothing we need to hang up. But my favorite part is over here."
I walk over to him, there's a window with a bench built into the wall, there's still a cushion on it, and Sir gets up behind me, "put your knees on the bench boy."
I do so, and he pushes my body forward against the window sill. I can see out to the backyard, and you can see a house or two but they're far away enough.
He gets up right behind me, pushing his body against mine, and placing his hands on the front of my thighs, pushing me back into his.
"Imagine, when I come home, you're here, on your pretty boy knees, waiting for me to come home. Think how hard you'll be staring out the window waiting for my car to pull down the alley into the driveway."
He starts thrusting slowly into me, accenting every few words with a thrust. I moan and feel my cock getting hard. He reaches up and pulls down on my chain, bending me slightly forward.
"What do you think, me being able to fuck you on this bench, every day when I want to, dumping my hot load into your tight ass that I would own?"
I moan deeply, pushing my backside into his crotch.
"Think about it boy," he says as he steps down, smacks my ass, and walks into the other bedroom.
We exit downstairs and out into the front side walk and meet the realtor.
He shakes Sir's hand, and Sir says, "I'll take it. Make an offer, but low ball them. Let's see how much they'll take for it."
"You got it Sir," he replied.
We got in our car and drove off. We arrived back at the hotel. Once we arrive, we head up to the room, and I swear the man at the desk winked at Sir or me as we walked by.
