She was sucking like a pro and then I held her hair and pulled her up. ‘Enough lubrication bitch, let me fill the hole’ by that I turned her back ...owards me bent her down. She was holding the handle bar of the door as support and I started pushing my dick in doggy style.With one push I was inside her and she gasped. I pulled all the length back and pushed it in again, I did it for three times more and she gasped every time I did it.Then I slowly started giving strokes and she gave counter. Mistress Sandra was every inch a Lady who loved the Ballet and was very classy by North American standards. She was a very strict black-haired dominatrix originally from Russia. She summoned me to Her house whenever She felt like it, to run Her errands and to buy Her groceries. She was deliciously stern and demanding with an impish sense of humour and an engaging smile, but She was a bit of a disappointment in that She never really gave me anything I wanted. She told me how Her father used to. She is about 5 ft. 6 inches with long legs and very tan skin. Her brown eyes are enough to make me hard if I stare long enough into them, and she has a terrific smile to go along with it. Her dirty blond hair goes perfectly with her tan skin and brown eyes. Her boobs are not that big, but they are perfectly round and when they are squeezed they are extremely firm. The best think about Ashley though is her big round bubble butt. Whenever she wears a skirt, which she does all the time, her ass. I don’t know whether it was the expression in those eyes or his body language, but something implied to me that he was probably Kylie’s bodyguard. Anyway, as I’d begun to rise, our eyes had met for an instant and he gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head. Even at that range I could see that his eyes had an unexpectedly friendly look about them, as I sat back down his head nodded almost as imperceptibly as it had shaken. ‘What stopped you Gil?’ Grace asked. ‘I think someone just told.