She was good about it and so was I”. Next Kyler asked even more bluntly “Aren’t you getting horny” and it sounded very mischievous. Once again...Robin was very calm and cool in answering him saying, “Yeah, but don’t we all get horny”? Kyler only giggled loud, whispering, “Well yes”! “I have always seen you alone in here”. This time Robin was very much to the point and asked him, “How do you handle it”?“Oh yes, I have been”. Kyler replied and paused for a second. “You look and sound like a. I heard him come in the apartment. My pussy got a little wetter, wanting and knowing it was going to get his attention. I heard his slight intake of breath as he opened the door to our room. I could feel his gaze practically eating up my appearance, heard him undressing himself. All the while I was pretending to read my book. I had read the same sentence like six times already and my wiggling was increasing, making my pussy even more wet. I was not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing. One was almost six feet tall and clearly not used to power attire. That said, she had definite presence. One was not even five feet. I recognized her. She was one of the owners—Francine Martel, the Broadway diva. She can whip my pussy anytime.All that pales beside the third of their group. Remember this name—Cynthia. You may not have seen the catalog yet, but you will. Mistress Cynthia did the cover shot. Oh. My. God. I am so jealous. This guy Jason does not know how lucky he was. Cynthia was. Very fuckable.Back to the trunk I went and picked up the lube, a riding crop and a peacock feather. First I tickled her inner thighs and her slit with the feather. She purred as I did this and wiggled her delicious bottom at me. I then lined up my cock with the opening of her vagina, my purple head just nudging the inner lips. Slowly I pushed in and as I did so gave her rump a slap with the crop. She squealed but pushed back on me. I held myself in her as deeply as she could take me and flipped.