‘So, Dan, who’d you vote for?’ I queried, trying to steer clear of the lawyer joke miasma. Well, no sooner had I launched my innocent obligatory...conversational opening than did our resident angry (relatively) young man go ballistic. His eyes bulged and his face reddened as he snapped his scowling visage to face me. ‘Are you insinuating that there is something humorous about my political views?’ he growled, menacingly. Really. Menacingly. ‘Why, of course not!’ I slowly replied, recalling his. ” We head to his place, which isn't far from the pub. I’m grateful, because I’m not sure how much longer I can go without having his lips on me. I don’t even care where. I just want them on me, anywhere. We get to his place, and again, I make the first move. I bring myself into him, kissing him deeply once more. He holds me tight, I can still feel his erection against me, and I don’t think he ever got soft. A shiver runs down my body. His hands roam down to my backside, squeezing me tightly.. Angela always wanting to please soon caught onto the fact I was aroused immensely by wearing panties, bringing myself to climax often that way and the fact that that I got particular horny and immensely stimulated by any contact with her panties. She used them as an aid frequently during our lovemaking to enhance my stimulation and arouse me beyond belief.I must admit this morning I was hoping that before she awoke I could produce enough precum to soak the gusset that was covering her shaved. Unless perhaps it was to be Big Brawny Woman.My Mistress had summoned me one afternoon. This was how it worked with her. I had to check in with her every morning and afternoon by SMS to tell her what I was doing. She didn't always answer but it was her way of checking up on me to make sure that I wasn't being stolen by any other Mistress. Any other woman that she didn't approve of that is. After all, I was part of her income stream.The other thing is that she would often summon me like this..