She had forced me to play hers, and she was playing me like a violin."Ohhhh yea you like it alright. You can taste it and you like it." She leaned bac..., her eyes looking at my lips. "Yesssssss! You taste him. Don't you?" She purred at me. "We both love it, don't we?"She slowly rolled off of me lying back on the arm of the sofa. Sensuously lifting her skirt and sliding her hand up between her legs, she began to toy with her pussy. She slowly spread her legs for me, revealing her soaked. Curiosity got the better of me. “Like what?”“Well, for starters she makes him call her Mistress, all the time – even in public. He’s not allowed to say her name. I went over to their place a few days ago – Kassandra had a picture of Tayshaun that she wanted to show me. When I was there her cuck, was all like, “Yes Mistress,” “Of course Mistress,” “Anything you say, Mistress,” – that sort of thing.”“That’s odd.”“That’s nothing. He doesn’t sit on the furniture and he sleeps in a cage.”“No way.” I. ”“Mine? Oh!” she exclaimed suddenly, obviously understanding. Are they wet?”“A little. I just put them on.”“I bet they look hot on you. I want you to leave them on until I say otherwise.”A thrill shot through me as my hopes rose. I wasn’t sure if I’d see her tonight. She might have just wanted to tease me but she wouldn’t make me wear them all night and then all day tomorrow, would she? I swallowed at the thought, not knowing the answer to that, not daring to ask her in case it gave her. But if she was honest with herself, it was so much fun. Ace turned away from Arthur to instead look into Demi's eyes. His calloused hands slid over her waist, feeling the curve down to her hips. She almost felt insecure about the imperfect little hip dips and the slight sag of her beginning-to-age skin, but she pushed the thought away. Arthur might not want her as much anymore, but Ace did.In a flash, Ace had gripped her tight by the hips and pushed her onto her hands and knees on the bed..