“You have a thing for married women now?” I shrugged. “I guess so.” Tara giggled and took another drink. “Well that’s good,” she cooed... as she let her lips linger on the glass while staring at me with a look of intense, lustful desire. “Because I’ve been waiting eight years to have you again.” I couldn’t help but smile. “You’ve been thinking about this a lot huh?” I asked, growing more comfortable with the situation. “Yes!” she exclaimed with exuberance. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about. And I would ask her to make me cum. I would demand that she do it only with her hands and not her mouth, and I would allow her to use her own wet pussy as stimulation, but just to rub not to fuck. She would start slowly grabbing the base of my cock and milking the hilt. I would put my hands under her breasts, and fell their weight and full form as she started to build long strong strokes that I would feel both in my balls and in my cock’s swollen head For the first time she brings my tip into. I managed to feel her fine panties and just rub my forefinger along the gusset where I could feel the warmth and the dampness of her pussy. I was aware that they were quite tight around her bottom and stomach as they had some form of elasticated panel to keep her in.She said, "stop please" and reached down and removed my hand from up her skirt. She said "take off your trousers and underpants and lay on the floor."I did this and watched her as she hoisted up her skirt so it was around her waist.. She had a rhythm going and I could see the color change from pink to red. The sub started to kick her legs out and wiggle that red ass. I could get glimpses of her ass hole and her pussy lips. This was glorious to watch. The sub was sobbing and begging the dom to stop. She did, but only long enough to seize a riding crop. With her free hand, she held on to the sub to hold her in place and proceeded to slap her ass and thighs with the crop. When the sub opened her legs in protest to having her.