Now again I want to jerk off and I know the Mistress does not allow me to. Looking at her picture I get so horny, but I strengthen myself and remain i... humble position for at least 5 minutes. After that I make a place of worship in one of my office closets. I will have to think of something fitting for the Mistress to put in there. I quickly run to the garden and pick a red rose and place it in the shrine. A red rose because of the red lips I saw earlier. With these tasks, I realize, She starts. I loved Lesley anddidn't want to leave her. I had been stupid for fucking Kimberly. Shewas nice and quite hot, but I didn't really love her. Lesley hadsupported me through college and MBA, and through our twenty yearstogether, we had supported and loved eachother. I felt terrible aboutthe breach of trust, but I couldn't take it back.I sat at Starbucks the next day sipping my latte nervously awaitingLesley. When she sat down, she simply said "Get me an iced chaitlatte." When I returned. After that I stood up, started nestling her navel and moved further with the tip of tongue towards her thighs, knees, ankles and finally to her toes. Licking each and every finger which turned her on like never before. Even I felt it so amazing. She grumbled like anything and it was turning me more and more on. After licking both toes and finger for a long 7-8 minutes. I started progressing towards her knees licking, kissing and biting each and every inch of her body so softly and lazily that. The quiet was 'unnerving'.The four "J's" were keeping busy pouring coffee and serving peppered, over easy eggs, crisp bacon, scattered hash browns and toast; dry, not buttered. Scattered here and there among the locals were a few obvious summerfolk.They were pretty easy to spot ... omelets, sausage and buttered toast, never mind the khaki shorts, loud Hawaiian shirts, or socks and sandals. It was spring so they must be full time residents but, summerfolk just the same.It takes a long time and a.