We moved into Marissa's bedroom, kissing each other deeply so I could taste the slightly salty flavor inside her mouth. Very few guys would do this an... it was even more of a turn-on for Marissa. We finally managed to strip each other, and laying her flat on her bed I paused to admire her fantastic body once again. The girl was impossibly slender, maybe only a 20-inch waist and similarly thin hips and chest, which made her full B-cup tits seem ever larger and perkier. Once before I'd been. As arrogant as he tended to be, he did understand the rules of D/s play and was fully aware that leaving a Domme waiting was a big no-no. She was already there, seated at the table of the restaurant, looking just as one would think a woman who called herself Mother Africa would look. She wore her hair in a big Afro like a character from a 70s Blaxplotation flick. Without any makeup at all, her brown complexion was glowing and radiant. She wore a t-shirt with some sort of graphic design of an. She responded well. She took my hand and placed it on her Brest. I started squeezing them. Then I kissed her on her neck and slowly came down to her boobs. I removed all her buttons and removed her bra also. Two big melons were in front of me. Her nipples were pink in color. I placed my mouth and sucked them. She asked me to bite those erected nipples. I obeyed her orders and did the same. She was making sounds like haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm yeaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh yes D. She realized Doug was talking to her, asking her something. ‘….dinner? What would you like?’ he was asking. Betsy wanted to yell, ‘I want you!’ Her innate shyness kept her from saying it, but the thought was filling her head, making her heart pound and her body ache. Doug ordered dinner and they began talking, both at once, feelings spilling from their hearts and souls. They ate sporadically, feeding each other, forgetting to eat for long minutes as they gazed at each other. Her eyes couldn’t.