Her hands reach down to my cock and she brought it out from my knicker that is restraining it. It is hard and soaked with pre cum, she stroked her fi...ger across its head and lifted it to her lips licking it and rolling her eyes back in her head. I stood up with her in my arms, and I sat her on the couch, and I got on my knees in front of her as she parted her legs. I can smell her sweet juices, my hands on her thighs, I looked up at her then back down, and my lips meet her pussy, my tongue. It was royal blue and I'd paid too much, but it was beautiful and it had a bust line that plunged to my navel. It revealed exactly the flatness of my chest.The saleswoman, an older lady, prim and proper and oh so British, had tried to talk me out of it. She was very sad, asking me if it had been cancer. I told her yes. It was just a little white lie to make her feel better. I made it seem as though I was buying that dress to help me deal with it, like it was therapy. Her eyes were sympathetic. It was boner inciting. My hard on was poking straight out of my boxer slit. My cock so stiff the tray couldn’t hide it.I mean I was about to turn around and leave. I‘d try putting down the tray, I’d think of sport or something to get my boner down and wait and then knock. I suppose I’d hear her finish. God she was loudly groaning as her assured climax approached.Then a mother’s intuition or a woman’s feeling she is being watched or that sixth sense reaction that a cock is at hand, led her to. “Please, Master, can you tell us what’s happening? Julien said the police had contacted him,” Sonia asked. “Was there an accident?”‘There is no easy way to break this kind of news to someone,’ I thought as I crossed the room and pulled her up into my arms. “There was a fire at the house. We don’t have all the details, but our family didn’t make it out.”I was glad I had my arms around her, as she collapsed into me and started sobbing. My kitten was the first to reach us, but I quickly found.