She turned, once again picked up her bag, and walked into the bedroom. She was quite a sight, nude as she was. In the bedroom there was a full length ...irror, and king-size bed. Next to the bed was a sofa and chair, in which I wanted her to sit, when she dressed.I just watched in amazement, at the beauty of her nude body. I realized how lucky I was to have a mistress the likes of her. I loved her, and have loved her for years. She was a lady and a slut. Who would ever want anything more?She. It’s pretty smart, with lots of posh shops and eating places; a bit like London’s West End, but with much better views (Table Mountain, anyone?)Outside, the Cape Town weather is hot and humid, so it’s refreshing to sit in the air-conditioned building watching the world go by. Like shopping centres the world over, Victoria Wharf has more coffee shops than strictly necessary, and there’s another one directly opposite ours. Each has a couple of tables outside the shop; we’re at one and the young. And then, and only then, did I ever make him face his new life directly and take away all hope he would ever live like a “man” or even “like a boy” ever again.When we got to where Susan had parked I used the code to open one of the two-sets of double garages I had specially built with situations like this one in mind. As the first door raised automatically, Susan started her SUV and swung it around so she could back it inside the garage and when she was done I plugged in the code once more and. After two quick purges I looked over at him hysterically laughing and whispered through my soar raw throat, Please, no more. Alright you stupid whore, I need to fuck some pussy anyway, he said. Like a dog having orders barked at her I lie on my back and spread my legs. Showing him my pussy. Damn bitch, Look at how wet you are. You must get off on this gagging and puking shit, he said, mistaking the lube I had put on earlier for me actually being wet. All I could do was turn my head to the.