‘Want Mistress to punish me, make me feel like a naughty horny slut who can’t…mmmm…’ Her eyes slipped shut as a surge of warmth washed over ...er, setting her nipples tingling and her pussy throbbing. ‘…who can’t control her pussy.’ ‘Good girl,’ Mistress purred, her words caressing the back of Aimee’s mind like a hand stroking a kitten’s fur. ‘Don’t you feel so much better now that you’ve admitted that to me?’ Aimee nodded, feeling the carpet fibers scratch her cheek as she did so. ‘Now, let’s. A very cool moment, indeed.’ I agreed and got up to pour us a couple glasses of Coke, mine with a straw, if you must know. I was kind of embarrassed about my remark about my feet not touching the floor, but sometimes, just sometimes, his good looks would make me forget my platonic state of mind and those eyes would defeat me. But, as always, he remained a gentleman. He just turned thirty-three a few months ago, yet I saw in him a maturity that surpassed Lenny’s. Sucking on my soda and chomping. ‘Yes Liza yes, I want you so much to’ I said pleading. As she held my cock in her other hand, she gave it a few tugs as she moved her body closer. With the hand that had cuddled me to her chest, she lifted my head up to hers and slowly began to outline my lips with the tip of her tongue before plunging it into my mouth for a deep kiss. I could feel her guiding my rock-hard, throbbing cock to the mouth of her pussy, slowly rubbing the head of my penis against her hot clit. I felt her body jolt. About 50 minutes into the film she started to say she had a sore neck and asked if I could rub her shoulders so I did. Slyly I said "if you lay down I could do it properly" so she giggled and she did. She stood up pulled back the cover on the bed slipped her tights off, her top and her bra. When I say her tits where huge, I mean they were damn huge. As she lifted her bra they cascaded down to her belly button and made a slapping noise which made me fucking horny. She lay down and because her.