She must have wondered whether or not I was amute. She smiled and continued: "I love your suit, it fits your broadframe, but you should take it off re...lly, it's too hot and even if youhave boyish good looks, with that, you look like a stuffy old man".She laughed a girly little laugh.I excused myself, took a small briefcase with me and went to thebathroom.I took off my gloves which revealed my long and dainty fingers. I tookoff the coat as the padding in the shoulders made it made me sweat likea. My hands go back to your waist and slide around to your butt cheeks. I massage them gently as I take in the aroma of your cunt. It smells sweet like apricots and peaches. You spread your legs slightly as I get closer to it.I bury my face in between your legs and deeply sniff in the smell again. You slide down the wall slightly. You get more comfortable while I start licking at your slit, you taste so good to me. Licking helps to open your flower, and I can see the tip of your clit peeking out.. No more ice." "It's not like they're turning black, Dan. They're just a little blue. It's only ice water, not molten lava. You saw how puffed up and inflamed my pussy was last week. What kind of man are you going to be? The kind who goes the distance and earns respect for that? The kind who takes the punishment and earns respect for that? Or the kind who tries to weasel out of a challenge after I've completed it honorably?" "I'll take the punishment, Sister Cate. Just no more ice." "If you're. We went into the nearest wine and destroyed a full bottle of Prosecco, where he played along with the charade of seducing me and arranged our evening of unfaithful sex. He’s married and arranged to fuck me in a friends flat where we’ve just exchanged copious amounts of bodily fluid. I turned up to see him dressed in a tight vinyl black mini skirt, a black vinyl quarter cup bra, black vinyl waspie with four garter straps and black fishnet stockings. I wore a tight black wet look turtle neck top.