I responded by saying that my business trip had wrapped up early, and I was eager to get home, so that when I got here, and found her asleep in bed, I...had naturally assumed that she was Caroline, and with Caroline always needing it as dark as possible in our bedroom in order to get to sleep, I had no visual of her, and until I had entered her, and her fully awake voice cried out, no idea that she wasn't Caroline. I didn't add that she was tighter than my wife (of course, she was a virgin), but. She started with one finger and worked the second one in as she started the assault on her clit. Her eyes were closed and her head was laid back into the head rest. Occasionally I would have her change the tempo by having her go faster or slower. When the moans got louder I told her, “I want you nice and hot, but don’t you dare cum without getting my permission.” “Yes Sir. May your slut play with her nipples too?” She was definitely into this. “Yes, but before you do, lean you back against the. We went straight to the bedroom. Pulling her dress and bra off, I threw her back on the bed, leaving her long, black leather boots and stockings on. Pulling her legs in the air and her stockings to her knees, I pulled her panties to the side and took deep, full licks with my tongue on her dripping pussy lips. As I fucked her pussy with my tongue, I pushed her legs back as far as I could, lifting her ass off the bed… she moaned with delight, and pulled my head in for more. I rolled her over to. True, it would have to be cleaned, emptied of clutter, and the walls, floor, and ceiling painted, but it had wonderfully rough cobblestone walls. Just like in a castle. Or a dungeon! He could picture the flickering light of the candles playing on the old stones. It was, to Chance, now sounding simply delicious. Black! It had to be all black, his favorite color. Walls. Floor. Ceiling. And low lighting. Yeah! Candles! Only candles. Too dark? Wait and see. A dimmable overhead track-lighting source.