Gail had taken the time to be gentle and caring to her to not only take but give back too. The first ladies pushed her down and ground there cunt in h...r face forcing her to get them off then shoved her away to please herself but Gail took care of her and her needs too. Hearing all this Carole related to it and told Pam her story and the real reason she was in NYC and about Mrs. H and how the woman has total control over her and she loves that. The two women looked into each others eyes and held. .. mih... *Gasp* minutessss... uuuuuuuoooooooohh..." She breathed her last breath. Another casualty at Domino's Pizza.I slammed down the phone, resigned to my fate. I checked my watch. It had been thirty minutes since I called that dominatrix to come over. Where could she be? My uncle had recently passed away and, leaving no will, he was an intestate and required a dominatrix to administer his property."Wait a minute," I thought, "Wouldn't an administratrix be granted letters of administration. I reached your tits and began to lick greedily at the come that covered them. I lapped up the sweet, salty liquid, it’s unfamiliar taste filling my mouth.You sighed audibly and began to whisper to me as I cleaned your come covered tits.“You dirty, fucking bastard, licking come off your wife’s tits. You like it don’t you.”It was my turn to sigh , as a moan escaped my lips. You knew I was turned on and continued to wank my hard cock. When your hand reached the head you smoothed the pre-come over. It was a black satin negligee with a corset top, lacing up the front to customize the fit, allowing me to show as little or much cleavage as I wanted to. I headed toward the fitting room to see if things fit as well as I thought they would. As I walked to the dressing rooms, I passed two men who were sitting and waiting for their wives or girlfriends. The poor men looked bored to death. The corset negligee was facing them and they glanced at it then watched me walk into the dressing room..