... OMG shehad my life.... i was single, no one would miss me, i began to cry again,the leather clad female whom i would soon call mistress Natasha, w...ippedthe tears from my face and said awww my poor little sissy girl. what shalli do with you...... i did not like being called that but i did not want toget slapped again, very good sissy Kendra you kept quiet as all good sissysluts should do.... now i have a special present just for you and shepulled out that looked like a a tube of some kind of. I always had an excuse; too far to travel, uncomfortable hosting, guy sounds like a serial killer (which actually isn't an excuse, but rather the norm on most of these hookup sites), the dog ate my homework, etc., etc.I bought a rubber dildo and practiced giving head with the cock stuck on a mirror in the bedroom. I became fairly proficient at deepthroating and kept buying longer and fatter rubber cocks to improve my skills. These sessions always gave me a raging hardon and led to the most. “You need it to be on fully in order to prevent ejaculation,” Heather explained in her best professor tone. Then she grasped a few curls of my pubic hair and commented “and obviously these are going to have to go as well. Are you up to it?”Jess’ eyes opened wider but she didn’t answer so Heather prompted her “Either I handle your husband’s junk and shave him or you do, which will it be?”Jess responded quietly, “I’ll do it.”“Before you begin, you need to stroke him until he cums,” Heather. It’s on the first floor in the east wing and the first door on the right, give me five minutes then meet me there. Oh and by the way passion pink lipstick doesn’t really suit you.” They both laughed and Lindsey took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped it off. She stood up, kissed him quickly on the lips and walked out of the room allowing Lindsey to adjust the erection that had started. He stood up replaced the file, grabbed his briefcase, turned off the lights and walked out making sure.