I tore my clothing off and it settled to the floor as she reached for my penis and drew me to her waiting lips. She engulfed me.Reaching down over her...flat tummy; I touched her pussy and found her slick with wetness, I gently rubbed her soft vulva and felt it harden under my finger. Kate arched her back to draw my finger into her, I easily slipped into her warm wet womanhood and rubbed her ribbed G spot.She moaned softly and reaching down caressed my hand.I slowly lifted my left leg over her. Her ample breasts were just about starting show signs of sagging. Her thick thighs and heart shaped ass were still at the dawn of a losing battle with age and cellulite. Her regular jogging helped her stay in decent shape and kept her body as firm as possible. She was proud of the gracious way in which she was aging, and refused to conceal the silver streaks in her auburn hair. And why shouldn’t she be so proud? After all her husband of 18 years loved her just the way she was. The sex was. He visibly shivered when a woman squealed, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"Dylan turned and faced a light beige blouse. He looked up and saw a very tall woman; one hand over her mouth, panic etched on her face. Her other held a bottle with yellow goo drooling down the sides."I'm so sorry sir," she said, her doe eyes full of concern, "Please let me do that—I made the mess, I should be the one to clean it up." She reached for his napkin and softly added, "Umm, my name is..."Dylan interrupted and pulled. “You don’t deserve to be a dom! No, no, you’re a little sub! You’re her sub!” I pointed at the girl who must be his slave-wife, Lilac. “She owns you. She’s your mistress. You worship her. You do whatever she wants.” My eyes fell on Lilac. “You own him now. You’re his bitch-mistress. You love spanking him! Using him! Making him eat your pussy! You enjoy making him your bitch!”“Yes!” Lilac groaned, her body shivering, her eyes wide.I didn’t even feel the pain through my anger. My eyes shot over.