What would I give her for Christmas? What do you buy for your self-sufficient self-contained sexually deviant Mistress, who is also a real life aristo...rat? I only had three days left to decide!I happened to have a copy of Time Out lying around, as I'd been thinking of burying myself in cinemas over the holiday period, my usual panacea. A bit of lateral thinking took me from The Last Tango In Paris, showing at a private club as the licensing authorities were scared of the populace becoming anal. So much for my optimistic musings; she was smack in my path as I headed for the coffee urn. If I turned and ran, she'd undoubtedly deduce the reason why. I decided to just brazen it out. I went right by her table trying to not pay her any note. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the smirk: she knew.My coffee poured, I had a decision to make. I made it. I pulled up in front of her table. "Excuse me miss, may I join you?" I said. She nodded in the affirmative and gestured with her hand for me to. They were so small like tiny ants.After a little while, I think maybe about 9 hours, a rescue truck showed up. Two men got out and I could see them pointng and laughing at me. So I began to masturbate, so that after I hit the ground I would have a big PP and my girlfriend would know that she just made the biggest mistake of her life.As I neared climax I went ahead and jumped off. The faster I fell the quicker I stroked. After falling for about three stories I moaned loudly in ecstacy. But then. “Ok” I said and started to thrust against her downward movements “That’s so fucking good, fuck me hard Ricky”. I did, and it wasn’t much longer and I felt my cum rising. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming Maggie” I shouted and she ground her pussy on to me as I shot probably the biggest load of my life in to her pussy.We lay together with my cock still inside her for what seemed like an hour, but wasn’t much more than 10 minutes in reality. We kissed, then she got up and put a robe on and walked out. I.