I get out my tantric pleasure whip, and my top crop.I put on my black leather gloves, and my black fuck me five inch heels. I admire myself in the mir...or, as I look pretty fine for our bondage adventure. I grab the restraints and go into the bedroom and leave my accessories there.I then meet you back in the family room. I approach you and tell you that from now on I am to be referred as “Mistress Mysteria.” You are not to speak to me unless I give permission for you to talk.You look me over,. She had been very good at sucking him off. She had a divine sucking action and got him off more often than not. She also liked him screwing her in any damn position he could think of. He soon learnt doggy-style was her favourite position.She had no problem with bending over for him wherever he encountered her in the house and often enticed him to do precisely that. He had been screwing her regularly for about four months when he nearly slipped up.He had gone to stick his stiff cock that she had. One person merely wanted a phone call and I don’t know what the other person thought but I should have made conversation with her to further my research. It was then and there I discovered I needed to have some business cards printed.At least, however, I had three instances of exposure and thus far, okay. I was on my way to the coffee shop for a real test with my partner and some of the gang, regular morning coffee crowd at a big coffee shop near the University.I pulled in to park at the oil. When our eyes meet, you slowly move your mouth back up my hard cock until just the head is between your parted lips."I have to fuck you!" I sigh, not knowing if my request will get a response. And with that, you start sucking me hard and fast... your head and mouth moving up and down the length of my cock sending my body into sensory overload. I can feel my body begin to tighten and I am about ready to cum but you sense it too and stop... both of us breathing heavy on the verge of.