“So sit down.”“Well, as much fun as that sounds,” she said, sarcasm dripping from her lips, “I'm just here to pick up my work clothes. Me an... Stefani are heading shopping before our shift. Don't wait up for me, Squirt. I'll be home late. Since you're the man of the house and all, I know it's your business to know what I am up to.”“Zoey,” I growled as she turned and walked away, laughing over her shoulder. If my dick wasn't in Lee's mouth, I would have bolted up after her. But, damn, the brat. Is that clear?” I was dumbstruck! “Well?…..Do you want any more of this pussy?” she said sliding two fingers up inside. “If not, you may continue your work in my yard if you like.” “Ummm….OK!” I blurted. A stinging slap to my thigh, followed by, “Yes, MISTRESS!” as she sternly looked, first at my face, then my ramrod straight penis. “Yes, Mistress!” I replied, still unsure of what I was getting myself into. Smiling, she producing a leather collar, like the one her husband had on, told me to. I was making fun of her saying she doesn’t look like one who rarely drinks.She laughed at my comment while playing some music and sat next to me on the couch. After a couple of more rounds, we were getting the buzz. That’s when I kissed her cheek and started drinking again as if nothing happened. At first, she gave a shocked reaction which turned into a naughty smile.I took this as a green signal. My lips met hers, and we were kissing vigorously. She parted her lips and let my tongue inside,. "Cynthia nodded her head. "I knew she would, she always does," she informed me, turning to face the railing looking out into the darkness as she stood next to me. I turned, likewise looking out taking another drag on my cigarette. "Would you like to?" She now asked without looking at me. "I saw ... saw you looking at her, watching her while she played with herself, while you ... while you stroked your cock." I know, and yes ... under different circumstances, I would. I won't lie to you Cynthia..