When I was done I put on some of the lingerie Jerome bought. Looking in the mirror, I thought, I still got it. I walked out to the kitcken where Jerom... was."What dress should I wear with this?" Won't need no dress, he'll be here in 10 minutes." HERE! I don't want our clients knowing where I live." Anywhere, anytime, you said once." Of all the times for you to remember anything I've said," I smiled at him.There was a knock at the door, "Hi, I'm....." That's between you and Jerome, I'll just call. A beautiful historic home with three levels, one of which was all hers. Finally some much needed personal space. His movie star good looks a stark contrast to his shy but assured demeanor. For once she played it cool and managed not to stare like a star struck fan. Frances decided to go with the confidence she felt from her new independence. A very unique looking petite blue eyed blonde with wit and style just as unique, she always got noticed and had never spent much time single. She was just. My sweaty body sags over the pillows, but you still have a raging hard-on to my disbelief. “Get on your back whore!” I must have moved too slow because your powerful arms forcefully push me on my back. Grabbing me by my fleshy ankles and right under my high-heels you drag me to the edge of the bed, then you fold me over, firmly pushing my legs back, so my feet are dangling straight in the air. “Being your Master is a wonderful thing, I get to fuck your fat brown ass when I want, how I want.”. There was a faint hiss of static as she slid them over her long nylon legs, resting one hand on the bed as she slipped them over her heels. She amused herself for a few moments by dangling the black silk above his hips and drawing it along the slope of his straining shaft. His moans were muffled by the gag as she lightly drew them back and forth over the inflamed, glistening head of his cock. ‘You have been a bad boy, haven’t you?’ she said as she climbed onto the bed, sitting astride his.