It felt good just to be touched again , she realised now how much she missed it , she wanted it , yes she was still heart broken but she needed male c...mpany at that very moment and as she went to get up of the chair he gently held her in place , ' just relax , theres no rush , open your trousers for me ' he whispered as they again stared at each other in the mirror , at that moment in time she would have been more than happy for him to just bend her over the table but she liked how he talked to. We behaved like young lovers, touching each other and laughing and smiling."So this is love," I said.We didn't make love again till Wednesday evening. I had given up studying -- boring -- and sat on the sofa with her. The very nearness of her, the smell of her French perfume, aroused me. We kissed with open mouths, our tongues twisting together. Her hand went down the bulge in my pants and stroked it to erection."Come, let's go to bed now. Why spend time with our clothes on?"Jeanette undressed. I got my arms under her thighs and began to insert my tongue as deeply as it could go. Felice had been moaning from the start but it was now more of a groan. On my next trip up I clamped my lips around her clit and began writing the alphabet on it with the tip of my tongue. She bucked hard and pressed my head down. She suddenly gasped for breath and I felt her fluids bathe me. I was just to the letter F so I continued. The letter M produced another orgasm and so did the letters Q and Z. I. That was my fault too. I had asked her to play the stern mistress when I was dressed, thus insuring I got my chores done. I didn't mind, probably because I loved being able to dress up so much I would do anything."I'm going to take a bath now; you didn't use all the bath oil and bubbles did you?" she asked."No, Mistress." Then prepare me a bath, then come back in here and lay out my black lingerie, stockings, 4" black patent heels, and that little black dress you love seeing me in so much. When.