I was going to take the whole day off but I knew I needed to get out of the house for a while and get my mind on something else.When I got upstairs, I...could already smell the coffee. Marsha must already be up. I was pouring myself a cup of coffee when Marsha entered the room. She was very nicely dressed, not sexy, but neat and smart looking. She looked like a business woman and dressed the part. She wasn't out to turn heads today.After saying morning to her, I didn't say good morning because. Mistress smiled, knowing it was working, and turned it off. She started for the door, “Follow me, slut,” and off we went. We arrived at the beach and found a table at the beach café. We took one as far away from the kiosk as possible. We sat down, Mistress in a long beach robe, and me, trying hard to keep the short robe I was wearing closed. A waitress came to take our order: a tonic for Mistress and a Coke for me. We sat chatting until she returned. As she approached the table Mistress turned. ‘Here’ he said standing up ‘you’ve got to hold it for ten seconds’ as his semi hard cock swayed in front. ‘No wait…..’‘No stalling, a deals a deal’ he laughed‘But I’ve nev...’ I stammered.He moved closer and I obediently took his cock in my hand. It felt warm and grew immediately and, dare I say it, it felt good ! I couldn’t help but start to stroke him, a bit mesmerised as the head of his cock peeked in and out of his foreskin. ‘Mmmm, you’ve got a nice gentle touch’ he said as he began to. I just moved closer to her on the couch, i whispered in her ear, “Why are you doing this to me, you are married, and i dont feel like leaving you ever”. meanwhile i was casually caressing her thighs, we were drinking, talking all the things apart from sex.But i kept my naughty trick on, i was caressing, pinching, rubbing her under thigh and this was the step she was breathing heavy. We couldn’t go much further then, apart from touching here and there, while she squeezing my penis over my.