She was wearing a skin tight, short, black leather skirt, and a white blouse that had about three buttons undone. I could see a bit of a black lacy br.... She was wearing black high heels and if you can believe it, she had black stockings on that had a kind of patterned line running up the back. Jesus! I almost blew my load right on the spot! I was getting a hard-on, and I was so embarrassed that I mumbled something about going out to the yard, but Angela wouldn’t have it. She asked me to please. You, as always just laugh at my pitiful effort as you slowly, with a confident smile on your face walk towards me. I know there's no point running away, especially me being so short, the snow -is up to my knee- would make it impossible to run, so I let you pounce me. You rip my jacket and cardi apart, pull up my shirt and cover my tits with a handful of snow. You are forcing my arms down, deep into the snow. You wear gloves so you don't feel how cold it is, but the snow is going into my sleeves. He walked straight over to me and dragged me over his lap by my hair, and began reigning down slaps on my up turned ass. He was driving me crazy and he knew it. He suddenly stopped and I just lay there waiting for his next move, he slid his hand inside my thong and played with my clit, holding me at my waist to keep me still… I longed for him to thrust his fingers in me; I needed to cum so badly. He sensed this and my breathing quickened and I thrust backwards a lot. “What do you want slave”“I. The wet sound of me sucking him filled the air. The actually sensation of sucking him was nothing too pleasurable but the thought of what I was doing had me rock hard. "That's it," he cooed, "suck my cock, that's it, oh yes, now you are my cocksucker aren't you."The addition of the sort of things he would say to me over the phone almost made me cum there and then as I continued to work on his hard shaft. "Let me see your cock," he asked. Still on my knees and still with him inside my mouth I.