He stopped by the corner of the hallway and looked back. She took a sip of her drink, crossed her legs to swing to the beat of the music then teasingl... slowly uncrossed them. She smoothed her hand high on her inner thigh while the other patted the table to the strong beat.Another sip and she could see the two men talking then the one on the left stood and approached her. The one she preferred of the two was making his move and she looked to judge the bulge of his crotch.“Hi, I’m Tim. I noticed. It was a gigantic museum. I've heard of it but it was the first time I had ever been there.She rode by her house to show me where she lived. We had to go back and get my truck. She said she would be ready by six. It was already five when she dropped me off. I headed back to the Sheraton took a quick shower and put on a suit. I headed back to Judy's house.A beautiful young woman answered the door. "You must be John. Mom mentioned you would be picking her up. I'm Darcy, Judy is my mother. Mom. She suddenly realised she loved the taste.She is a submissive but not a masochist. It doesn't stop her from enjoying a whipping on her tits or ass. She likes to rub her cunt and her swollen clit while being whipped with a riding crop. For a woman who is often reluctant to submit that way, she has found she gets incredibly aroused being whipped.After a couple dozen lashes on her ass and at least half a dozen on her breasts (they have grown now from a 34E - that's a 34 DDD in the US, to a 34F or. I could not wait for her to get home.**About 1:30 A.M. I heard the unmistakable sound of the garage door opener. Angela had been gone for almost seven hours. I tried to act nonchalant sitting on the edge of the bed. She walked in, dressed as she had left except that she was no longer wearing nylons. Her hair was slightly dishevelled.She sat down on the bed next to me. We immediately kissed. I could taste and smell alcohol on her breath... and something else too... it was Cum!She drew away and I.