Her lips formed an O and I saw her lick them. Now she moved her hands further up the bed, to lean over me more. “Harder,” she whispered, “I lik... that.” Now gripping and twisting them, sounds of pleasure were issuing from her mouth. “Ah yes,” she murmured. I gripped tighter and tighter, letting my hands slip to catch her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. With her boobs now in the palm of my hands, I gripped and pulled on her nipples. I not only heard her sounds of pleasure, but. On my next trip to Detroit I booked a hotel near their home and planned an evening meet in a bar nearby. I had seen pictures of her. Some of them were naked pics. I had jacked off looking at her pics, but we never met. Then they arrived. She looked exactly like her pic. About 5' 8" tall, a bigger woman, not obese or huge, just busty. plump, rather voluptuous. He was my height, about 6 foot, thin, glasses, goatee.We all sat at a table and had a couple beers. He got up to use the restroom and. "Julie, Mistress Stacy is very tense,I think she needs a massage. Stacy, Julie gives the most wonderfulmassages, let her help you relax." With that Mistress Lynda nodded to meand I put down the bottle and moved over to Mistress Stacy. "That'sreally not necessary, Julie," Mistress Stacy said. Mistress Lynda lookedat me sternly again and I moved over behind where Mistress Stacy wassitting and began to rub her shoulders. I had much practice at this, asI massaged Mistress Lynda every night.. I won't go back to sleep or anything."Finally, she got it that I wanted her to leave the room before I got up. "Do you want me to, maybe make you a couple slices of toast, or something?" she said. "I don't have much in the way of breakfast supplies in the house. But I could... I have margarine, and maybe some grape jelly or something." I'll be fine," I said. "I like a real breakfast. If you can't come with me, I'll stop someplace for breakfast, alone, on the way back to Bowie. I'll be fine."She.