You will count off the strokes.” “Yes Mistress.” Angela did as she was told. Lorraine raised her hand and proceeded to give Angela two dozen v...ry hard strokes. Angela obediently counted out each one, thanking her as she counted. She thought to herself that this weekend might be a training seminar, but she doubted that it would have much to do with interior decorating. “You may go.” “Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress.” Angela left the office and felt her butt. She made her way to the. She slowly looked at me. I could only see her partially. Her eyes were damn gorgeous and had a kajal on then. She directly looked into my eyes and she said “my car has been broken down could you help me with it?” her voice can get anyone high.“Of course!” I said and moved forward to help her. There was too much fog there and I couldn’t see her face clearly. I repaired the car within 2 minutes and the fog cleared and I could see the lady’s face. What I saw nearly brought me on my knees. I’ve. Judging my her moans, I was doing a pretty good job. Carol then lay back on the bed, spreading her legs slightly so that I had a good view of her pussy. Pulling me down alongside herself, she gave me a new set of instructions. "Now I want you to eat my pussy, Chas. Do you think you can do that for me?" I nodded my assent as she carefully pushed my head down toward her hairy pussy. "I know you've never done this, but just lick on it and suck it. Right below the top fold of skin you are going to. My parents would have these crazy parties, they would invite everybody from where they worked and most of the neighbors. Some really crazy stuff happened and I saw a lot of it also. Married people do some crazy sex stuff when they get drunk is all I can say. There was this one couple though, they were hippies, I mean the tie dye and smoking pot and the whole nine yards. The dude was all bearded up and chubby but cool as can be. The woman was skinny, never wore a bra, long blonde gray hair, no.