I think that’s how and why I ended up with his big toe in my pussy the other night. I love that spontaneous kind of weirdest. And I would have loved...some of that last night but my saucy teaser boy was busy working. AGAIN. But don’t worry. I got through it. After reading some sex blogs yesterday by other women who also feel like their libidos are about seventeen stories higher than their husbands can climb, I realized that I will do myself a big favor if I really stop depending on my husband so. That's okay," Cindy said with a worried look. When she realized that I was kidding she smiled broadly. "Some things are better left to me." Are you criticizing my cooking?" I said, trying to look hurt."Well, no. But I do remember the time you tried to cook a roast," she said with a big smile."It only took a week to get the burnt smell out of the house," I returned."Two weeks." Alright, two weeks. But I CAN cook spaghetti." We'll see... but you get an 'A' for effort regardless." Go get changed,. If she’d not been so securely strung, she would have fucked herself raw. I stepped back, admiring the sight as I awaited her answer. “To you, Mistress.” She finally replied, grunting with frustration as I removed the leather ‘cock’ from between her legs. “Good girl.” My voice grew soft as I praised her, stroking her hair, an almost girlish giggle pushing past my lips as her hair began winding its way along my arm, coiling around my waist, pulling at me, trying to bring me closer. Relenting, I. She unbuttoned my pants and took them down to my shins slowly she started rubbing my legs I could see a silhouette from the light coming in from the window her hands felt good on my legs and I let my mined wonder the more she rubbed the more I felt my self get hard as her hands got higher up my legs soft and gentle I felt her hands slide all the way up under my shorts her fingers touching my balls as she rubbed. Before I could say anything her hands ****d around my hard cock I felt her slowly.