I almost didn't see her as she entered and ordered a coffee. I didn't realize that I was staring and she saw me staring right at her. She smiled and...when she had her coffee she came over. I couldn't believe it and I was gobsmacked and I quickly realized what an idiot I must have looked like, staring at her with amazement."Hi" she said."Oh....er, hi" I replied, slightly nervous and embarrassed. "I didn't mean to stare".She laughed. "It's ok, you can look all you want" she said as she. She has previously confessed to Becca that her husband was unable to satisfy her sexually, and Becca had promised to think of something to solve the problem. Now, Becca was an independent-minded woman who had the previous year divorced her husband when he ran off with a younger woman. For some time, she had been sexually frustrated in her marriage, and now that she was free to fuck whoever she wanted, she had decided to only date black African men. Her divorce had left her wealthy, and she soon. Hell, knowing you two love-birds, if I said no, you’d be off to Gretna Green.”The planning wheels went into full motion with both mothers taking the reins and trying to run away with everything. They only had to be reined in a few times in the month until Nicola’s graduation. My sister was due to be home from Australia over the summer with her family and they were invited to ‘turn up’ at the restaurant in Cambridge. Considering how much we had become a part of each other’s lives and families it. She then blew on them to dry the paint. As it dried I felt a tingling burning sensation and my nipples became erect and hard. Pulling the dress back up I could see my nipples straining against the thin fabric which now seemed to irritate them with every move I made. Mistress smiled wickedly, spun me around and slapped me viciously on my bottom."Get a move on we have work to do to get you ready for a party we are attending tonight. If you are really good I might not paint some that nipple rouge.