And so I am usually in a state of easy arousal and when the mistress is in this state of undress it is hard for me to keep my thoughts pure and she is...not backward in punishing me for any signs of arousal. I try and keep my thoughts on pain this helps me to keep my mind on the job. While she eats her breakfast and reads the paper I lay out her clothes, run the bath and make sure that everything is ready for her to come in I even warm the toilet seat. I return to the bedroom and turn down the. I was mad, embarrassed and also very aroused by what had just happened. My wife was still standing there in the doorway when she said that I should finish what I was doing but she wanted to watch. I sat there for a minute collecting my thought when I decided why not. I grabbed my dick and started stroking it again while my wife watched. She stepped into the front of the room for a better view. I could tell all this had turned her on. She stood there staring with a smile of pleasure on her face. Now as she melted against his chest and he continued his exploration of her body. All she wanted was to be nude, and with her flesh pressing against him. To feel her moist inner channel filled with him, and to never stop being filled by him. He had been caressing her through her skirt, and she wanted to be rid of it, why did he not remove it and be done with it? She turned toward him and lifting her face to him she waited for a kiss…His kiss was warm and inviting, challenging her to other. The good news was men run out of steam and this girl was firing Matthew’s engines into the red.“That little bitch,” Whispered the other black girl in awe. Matthew’s eyes lit up like Christmas lights. I turned, I remembered when girls here worn name tags. That’s fine, I’d just call her Supergirl.Supergirl was a short blonde with large blue doe eyes. She had on fierce red lipstick and her face was framed in her wavy perfect hair held back by black hairband. She was wearing the whole get up. Knee.