Inside the place looked about as he imagined. It was dim. There was littledecoration, but a few neon beer lights adorned the walls. A bar ran down the...eft side with 8 tall barstools. There was a TV in the left corner of the roomwith a ball game on, though the sound was down. A jukebox was to the rightplaying an old country song. There was a little open space behind the barstools,then 2 tables with chairs, then a pool table. The bathrooms were on the backwall. Another door led out from behind. They stood perfectly, privately before her own gluttonous eyes. She released the gown to reach for her own thick head of hair above. No woman possessed any like hers. Great full thick chestnut hued locks of it went into her fingers luxuriously. Lydia lifted it to the top of her head allowing it to spill in increments back to her shoulders. She gathered it behind and turned to admire her long smooth neck. It had the poise and attributes sought after by the finest painters to be rendered in oils. Her breasts were pressed against my chest."Tomorrow is your birthday."She was right. I forgot my birthday."So how about if we go clubbing to celebrate your birthday?" Sounds good to me." Can't wait for it."And with that she moved out and i stared just on this masterpiece of an ass.A few hours later i was waiting in the den. She came down the stairs. She was a stunner. She was wearing a red low-cut top and a white skirt that was just a bit over her ass. She combined it with black heels. Her hair. "Now," the Master says menacingly, grabbing a fistfull of her hair, "Thank your Mistress properly."The Mistress crouches low over their Slave, legs spread wide as she undoes a few cleverly concealed clasps, the corset and bodysuit parting to bare her wet, shaved pussy to their Slave.The Master shoves her face deep into her Mistress' juicy, clenching pussy, and after a brief moan of shocked protest their Slave begins dutifully licking her Mistress' quivvering clit."Mmmm," she moans lustily as.