The fireplace is on and I intend to take advantage of the soft rug in front of it. Grabbing a blanket from the couch and pulling you towards the firep...ace, I turn you to face me, put my hands on your shoulders and push down, letting you know I want you to kneel.I step behind you and pull your panties the rest of the way down your legs and off, your skirt still tucked into the waistband. You look so cute with your bare pink bottom showing, I'm tempted to leave it like that, but I don't. I have. “Since you’ve already cum once today, it will take longer this time,” I explained.I varied the strokes for the next few minutes, but my horny-self was begging me to take him into my mouth.After mustering up the courage, I asked, “Would you mind if, um, I used my mouth?”“Your mouth?” he asked.“My hands are getting tired, so I think this will be better,” I said. “It will feel really good for you.”“Really?” he asked.I ran my tongue all over his head before opening my mouth wide enough to fit him. My god, I’m getting wet, what’s the matter with me. I know I feel horny but this is ridiculous.She averted her gaze, conscious that she was staring and that the lady had seen her looking.Looking down at her glass of Champagne she picked it up and took a sip of the golden fluid. The ice cold drink burst in a thousand bubbles on her tongue and she felt an almost immediate hit from the alcohol.“Mmmmm, that’s good.” She said aloud leaning back on her stool once more as she swallowed. She felt a. .. but tonight there was a full moon and the secret Jemma had hidden from her beloved Mistress was running rampant in her veins. She wanted the power Maggie was offering, and she wanted to reveal her hidden nature at last to the woman who brought her such pleasure."Yessss," Jemma hissed, smiling wickedly. She stood gracefully and stepped to Maggie's side, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her roughly to her knees. "My whore, my slut, my filthy cunt!" Maggie moaned at the names Jemma called.