"Is that any way to greet your Mistress, pet?" she asked him."Oh crap!" he thought as he immediately dropped to his knees. "I apologize, Mistress" he ...aid with his head bowed in embarrassment. "Not to worry," She replied,"But let's not make that a habit, hmm?" Yes, Ma'am" he replied quietly. She walked over to him, and ran her fingers thru his hair. She stroked his face down to his neck and ran her fingers along his tie."Look at this!" she said as She held up his tie to inspect. "Not only did. Transfixed by her fingers watched her fingers beckon me to her.... i glanced to her husband , who acknowleged my look with a nod, without stopping wanking his cock blatentely for my eyes im sure , which i found sexy..adding to this heady situation unfolding before me with this sexy couple.I quickly knelt behind this beautiful lady , her ass cheeks before me, following her crease down to her wet pussy , her perfume , the sun oil everything jangling my senses, in a heady head spinning way. He. My heart is pounding in my chest, my breathing hard. We are now face to face with our pelvises pressed together. I feel the softness of her belly snug against my hard cock. We are perfect counter images. My fingertips glide under the hem of her dress like feeding butterflies, sliding effortlessly up her smooth luscious legs, onward and upward, to her pussy. Her damp hair, smelling like orange blossoms is now draped around my face. I cup the round globes of her ass and squeeze as she shudders. I locked myself in a cubicle and read while my stream hissed noisily into the commode:Good girls get kissed. Bad girls get spanked. And you are very good at being bad.Oh, gosh! How did he guess my secret fantasy? My husband was nice and considerate and thoughtful, but just once I’d like someone to take charge of me, to be rough with me, to bend me squirming over his lap and spank my bare bottom until it sang. Just thinking about it caused a little jolt in my groin.I sat for a moment reading and.