My mistress slowly slid back, pulling the strap-on from my mouth. As I tried to recover, I felt the rubber dick slide down my lips, across my chin, an... she again slapped me with it, wet with my own saliva this time, stinging slightly. My mistress stood up over me, and I could see ropes of my own saliva hanging from her dick, as my wife had left on my own cock so many times before. "Awww, was that too much dick for you, baby?" she sneered. "If you can't handle all this dick in your mouth, then. .get caught in the rain did ya?” She laughed. “So...What can I get ya?” “Uh, Um...just a coke please.” Sarah replied. The bartender filled up a tall glass and placed it in front of her and went back about her business. Sarah scanned the room and her eyes fell back onto the green eyed man who is now staring into his beer intently. She studied him for a moment but found her view became blocked. She looked up to find a tall lanky blonde man leering at her, one of the unsavoury ones. “Well hello. As the show came to an end. Julia made small talk about the show and flirted as she always did, saying how I was the silver fox of QVC, but this time I couldn’t take it much longer. I felt like she was teasing me, asking me questions like, “Do you think my dress was too low cut for that show?”, “Am I too old for wearing dresses like this?” “Had her cleavage got wrinkly?”. She had been trying the new creams we were selling all around her neck and took it down lower, to keep looking firm. As she. Kicking his boots off, he totally removed his trousers, kicking them across the living room floor to join his t-shirt. Placing his feet back inside his biker boots, he parted his legs slightly, he held his magnificent cock at the base.There must have a good eight inches of erect man meat jutting beyond his hands.I was almost drooling at the sight before me of my naked sexual adonis holding his huge cock, standing proudly wearing his biker boots. I walked over to Mark and held his cock, staring.