They made themselves comfortable on the sofa, I hovered in the background whilst she chattered with my mother, trying to glimpse any morsel of fantasy...material regarding dress, shoes etc., that I might rely on in the near future. Mother disappeared upstairs to gather final items and Katherine engaged me in rather smutty orientated conversation, asking me with mock suspicious tones about what I would be doing with all my free time. Her friend giggled and Katherine pinched her arm in pretend. Wanted to feel you, taste you. You said meet me at the hotel, you’d be there shortly. 1 hour, 2, 3, 4…damn I’m going miss you again. Then you’re here just as I was about to get out of bed and get dressed. I let you in. I know the drill. I’m already undressed, naked as I am supposed to be in your presence, proper attire for a slave. Sometimes you let me wear a shear garment, but today I was unprepared. I shut the door behind you and quickly kneel at your feet. I can hardly. .NOW) and across my eyes and under my nostrils (is that his smell; a lot of soap mixed with musk) and while he holds the tip of his head with his thumb and first finger (his pee slit is right under your nose...right above your top lip) with his other three fingers he pushes his balls up to rest right on my lips;(Oh my god, I'm sitting here with the tip of this hard dick right under my nostrils, and he's oozing pre-cum right under my nose). I hear people out in the parking lot talking and going. Her husband was away for a month and she made it plain he was a liberal-minded man who gave her permission to follow her sexual desires wherever they led her. This was the green light for me and please forget all that crap about Mrs Robinson seducing the naive young man - I was 19 and had learned a lot from pornography. The first night in that house I pulled her jeans down to her ankles and fucked her over the edge of the kitchen table so expertly she simply could not believe I was losing my.