We talked on the phone and I worked a half day so we talked on my way home from work and it was a regular conversation until the end when she asked me...if I wanted her pussy. That's when I knew my lifetime fantasy of fucking a woman in her sixties was coming true.Friday came and her job interview was at 2. I could not get off work until 1, and she planned on leaving after the interview. I left work that day as fast as I could to make it to her hotel, I wanted to put a load deep inside her pussy.. I worked my way up to the base of his shaft and nibbled him softly with my lips. His cock twitched and he let out a little moan that went straight to my pussy. It was so exciting to hear he appreciated my efforts. I licked up the underside of his shaft to his sensitive head, already glistening with a few beads of moisture. I took my first taste of his sweet, salty essence and moaned low in my throat. He propped himself up on his elbows so he could watch me and I obliged by looking up at him. The village operates a community responsibility for the behaviour of the slaves, and even private punishment sessions would be made public knowledge during village meetings, school assemblies, or on nights like tonight, nights where the most severe behaviour would be punished publicly. The residents of the village could expect to see a slave publicly reprimanded and punished, perhaps once a year. It was the most severe and ruthless of punishments, and humiliation would normally be prolonged. We were meet the next morning after her husband went to work and the boys would be off somewhere. I laid awake alnight and the next morning I was there. Vicki made out cue cards on our moves and what was going to happen, what to say and everything. She said she had thought about this all night and was dripping wet to get started. We had eveything ready then Vicki said that I shoudl fuck her once to get it out of my system. I was not sure what she was talking about but I did know what fuck her.