The thought of doing so hadn’t fazed Karen Taylor in the slightest.And So devised by Mistress, the ‘ Nobadge’ account was born. The name of whic... even now, still amused Karen, who constantly wondered if anyone had yet worked out that Nobadge was actually an anagram. With skilful, if illegal accountancy, certain wealthier clients cash was gradually siphoned into the ghost account ‘Nobadge’. Gradually filling the joint coffers of both Mistress and Slave, until eventually Karen was instructed by. Well he felt it pop through that ring at the back of my throat and he starts fucking my throat and I couldn't take it much farther but I could feel my throat stretch and take it in a little farther and its banging down my esophagus. Eyes streaming tears my cock as hard as a rock, this 18 year old high school k** trying to figure out how I got where I'm at and in such a fevered cock zombie c***! Well he starts groaning very loudly and is saying "Take it Take it" take my load bitch! I know all. More than once I checked her out to watch her bend as she served drinks and to stretch as she reached for pillows and blankets from the overhead. She was almost as much of a turnon as my seatmate.Shortly after, we were on our way. Lynn and I continued to talk and to laugh and I continued to sneak looks at her crossed legs when not staring into her gorgeous face. Our conversation started to become more intimate after a time and we discussed our loves and losses over the years. Amazingly Lynn. When I turned around, she was standing in the bathroom door, naked and dripping wet. I stood, rooted to the spot, devouring her body with my eyes, and blushing furiously.She noticed my discomfiture and giggled, "What's the matter? It's nothing you haven't seen before," and strode forward to take the towel from my trembling hands."Yeah," I protested, "but the last time I saw it, it sure didn't look like THAT!"She giggled again, wrapping the towel securely around her, and said, "No, I suppose.