I owned that girl and I'd never have to trick or persuade Natalie to do my bidding, and I liked the way she watched Angela fuck me. Petra watched us a... well, when we were home in Klamath, sitting at the foot of our bed, jilling her clit while her Mistress and I fucked. Now I had Natalie and I watched her while Angela kissed me. I should have been happy, but I wasn't."How long..." I breathed, licking my lips, " ... How long ago did you start dreaming of me?" What?" Angela smiled at me."You said. .................................Here I jump forward to the next morning we were all up showered dressed and I admit slightly worse for wear .... My tribal cage and lower back .... Jane basically every thing she said felt like she had run a marathon .... And Georgia sadly though her bum was on fire and wouldn't sit on a dinning chair as it hurt..................................................................................At the breakfast counter over coffee OJ and toast ....and more. I started to leave a message on the answerphone."Hi,Lorraine, it's me, Phyllis. I have had a bit of a wardrobemalfunction and I have been sent home from work. Could you come to pickme up?"As I was saying this, I suddenly realised why a short French maids skirtwas not the ideal type of dress on a windy day. The wind had not justblown my skirt up enough to reveal the top of my fishnet stockings butsufficiently beyond my garterbelts that it had presented the menopposite me with a full view of. I had to steady my breathing, his hands were working on me. Nothing was more potent than when he swirled his tongue over the tip of my cock head. "Cliff!" "Mmmmm.... Keith, you taste soo sweet," I blushed, and close my eyes surrendering to his touch. "Aaaahh.," I moaned out loud to the feeling of him deep-throating me. I love the feeling of his throat contracting around my erect prick. He moaned as my dick hit the back of his throat. I felt the vibrations of his moan, and did the said. He.