One day she came to our house to make a telephone call, and while speaking on the phone she asked for a pen, I went to my room and got her a pen. Late... after finishing her call she came to my room to return the pen. I asked her how were her dance classes going – she said they were fine, and coolly gave me the pen back – I looked at her and caught her hand and asked her to sit – she smiled and folded her skirt and sat down, actually I was more interested in looking at her breasts than talking to. " Doesn’t hide all that much, darling. But the little belt effect makes it handy to hang your handcuffs and that bit of cord. I hate carrying things. I like being naked." Why the bokini then?" Can’t very well have the mistress naked and the slave clothed, can we?" You’d better brief me a bit," Dorinda suggested diffidently. "I’m still a novice, y’knnow. Mark really made me come to heel yesterday. Are you going to do that too? Should I call you ‘mistress’?" Terry giggled. "You’ll have to play me. It barely took me 15 minutes, as I can no longer sustains the feeling on my penis head before I eject my penis and ejaculates on her open mouth as she swallows my semen. We were both exhausted. As we curdle together, she look at me with a weary smile “Thanks bro, you’re the best.” “We should have done this a long ago.” “If only had I known all your intention all these years” I replies. We both at each other then smile. We slept the afternoon away. Later that night we fuck twice before we. It was about the same size and girth as mine and didn’t have the curve to the left that mine did. He reached out and wrapped his hand around both of our cocks and slid it back and forth, jerking us off together. It felt amazing feeling his skin slide across mine and his grip wasn’t so tight as to make it hurt. He did this for about a minute, then let go. I was just about to kneel down to return the favor to him for the amazing blow job he had just given me when he turned around and bent over.