Her body was covered in tight latex that hugged every inch of her body. On her feet were dark red boots that reached halfway up her calf, pulled snug ...ith a row of straps and brass buckles. The heels flared at the bottom giving them a victorian feel. The black latex stockings hugged her legs as if they were painted on. Garters attached to high waisted panties that squeezed her form and ended an inch below her breasts. Red with a black panel down the middle. The black bra had large straps. I slid my hand up to cup her right breast, causing her to gasp a little then get right back to tongue wrestling. As I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I could feel it harden, and she began to push back against the pressure just a bit. I reached up and took hold of her wrist, slowly pulling it down between us and pressing it against my now well-tented shorts. Mustering all the confidence I could find, I broke our kiss and said in a strong voice, "It?s time to serve your Master,. "I'm afraid," she said softly. He kissed her, growling softly. Letting his lips slide down her cheek, softly nibbling on her jaw, ear, and pause at the pulse thudding in her throat. He sat up suddenly, spreading her legs wide with his knees. His eyes glittered in the soft light of the bathroom. His gaze raked over her. Soft peachy skin, full breasts, gentle swell of hips and the soft, full lips of her sex made his mouth water. He pulled off his shirt, exposing tattoos she remembered kissing,. I relished her squeals of annoyed pleasure at my loving pinches. I pursued Weather all morning, never getting enough of her sweetness.And, that afternoon, we sort of found the bed. Somehow clothes were shed and, with an afternoon breeze wafting through open bedroom windows, Weather cuddled and kissed. She smiled with pleasure and shyly reached for my erection, her hand not quite surrounding it. She squeezed, testing its stiffness; it was very, very stiff. She stroked hesitantly until I showed.