As she took the key and opened the door she turned, it was an awkward moment for me, I wanted to kiss her but was afraid I would be rejected, I tried ...o say something but didn't know what to say. That old line about well I had a great time tonight just didn't seem right even though it was very true."Are you going all shy on me Jack?" She said softly, then taking my head in her hands she brought it down to kiss me gently on the lips. Those were the softest lips I have ever felt, she held the. Just keep going, Steph. Keep making the boys proud. Prove to them that you're worthy of being their slut, worthy of the privilege to have them in your mouth, worth of them being inside you. Show them how special you are. Yes, that is right. I think I got this. I think I'm doing a good job. They seem to be loving it. I kept on sucking, slurping and stroking their dicks, giving each of them more than a turn of the wetness of my warm mouth. My eyes were closed, I fell into a trance-like state as I. We are going to play roles; first, she is my Mistress and I'm her humble slave.We are both beginners in this. She sits on the sofa, her legs wide spread, finishing another drink. She wears only her red high heel shoes. She commands me to knee. I quickly drop on the carpet and look up at her. She lifts one foot and settle it onto my shoulder; I see her scantily clad pussy and the dark shadow of the anal entrance. "Lick my shoes, slave!"she demands and then blushes. Meantime she is masturbating. As he entered, he started apologizing for being late. But as he came in, he looked at Miss Jones and stopped short. He couldn't believe his eyes. She was gorgeous. Her nipples were plainly visible through her shirt as he realized with a start that she had no bra on. His eyes travelled down her body. She was wearing denim shorts. He loved denim shorts. And with her wearing them, they were even better. And those legs. Brown and beautiful. Again, he realized she was talking and he hadn't heard.