Massaging Nasima 36EE succulent Bobbies. in-front of my Husband, with his approval, I must add. My Husband noticed, Dwain Belt Buckle was already undo...e. The top button on his jeans had been removed by Nasima. My husband looking at his Wife, gave me, A big smile, with a cheeky wink. Nasima legs were pushed up onto the Sofa, The bathrobe was Sliding down my shoulders. exposing my red push up Bra, Nasima wasn't wearing any panties. giving my husband a cheeky grin, Rubbing my smooth and wet Indian. " I shifted my positionslightly and it did feel more stable."Mistress Mary returned to her desk, where she picked up a black leatherrod with a loop at one end and a small flap at the other. I recalledthat it was the thing jockeys used, a riding crop. She walked back tome, slapping it into her hand. She stood about a foot from me, lookingme in the eye. "Are you happy here?" she asked me. Her question took meby surprise. I didn't think it mattered to her one way or the other. Igave her the answer. I stand up and wait for her to sit. A quizzical look replaces her smile. “Are you leaving?” she asks. I laugh out loud and motion her to sit. “It is considered proper etiquette for a gentleman to stand, if he is sitting, and a lady addresses him. Please, join me. I have a few minutes before my first meeting. Besides, I owe you some money, and would like to pay you back for lunch yesterday,” I reply. M looks at me for a few seconds, her smile returns, and says, “You don’t owe me money. You. Then I focused on her as she started to lick my cock, lathering it up to a sheen with her spit, first I wondered why she would do that for a blowjob, when she suddenly enveloped my cock with her tits. Pushing her tits together she looked up at me and winked, rolling her tits around my cock, it felt awesome to have her silky soft skin rubbing all over my cock. I leaned back and enjoyed the show as my cock head popped out between her breasts every now and then. She lowered her head and started to.