He stood only five-feet-six-inches and weighed all of one-hundred-and -twenty pounds. An ordinary-looking fellow, he wasn't very handsome. In fact, he...got lost in just about any crowd he was in. But he did know a good investment property when he saw it.You see that's how Timothy made his living. He was what's known as a "house flipper".He bought houses that needed some renovation or that were in his view good deals and did what was necessary to get them ready to be sold again–at a substantial. For the second time that night, I was not disappointed and I moaned my appreciation into his mouth. It felt so hard and thick in my hand as I circled the head with my palm. I slowly began moving my hand up and down the shaft, reveling in the feel of velvet coated steel. I agitated my pussy on his thigh, smearing my juices, as my hand traveled up and down his shaft, faster and faster. I couldn’t take it any longer. I needed him inside me more than I had ever needed anything before. I straddled. "Kiss and lick my ass, slave. I want every inch of it moist by the time you're finished." I went to work as Mistress Lydia bent forward, giving my mouth and tongue access to the entire area. I licked her completely; stopping only when she jerked the leash then dropped it.Mistress Lydia then picked up a pair of wrist shackles. "Put your hands behind your back, slave," She commanded. "I want them out of way before I introduce you to a new brand of punishment." I responded the only way I. ....perfect. I picked out a dress that I liked and said I wanted to try it on and that, if he wanted, he could come back to the dressing room and see how it looked in a couple of minutes......"we'll see" he said with a smile. I figured, what the heck.......if he disappears now its no big deal and I still got to have a little fun with him. Well, I hadn't been in the dressing room for but a minute or so and i heard his voice........"are you back here?" I opened my stall-door and waved him.