“May I taste my mistress?” “Pushing my head down like that?” She started, “Ha no, I’m going to show you who’s the boss here.” Her word... echoed around my head as she went to the wardrobe. She opened the door just enough so she could get her things without me seeing. Turning to me, she held the items behind her back and kicked the door closed. “My little slut needs to learn to be obedient,” she taunted as she pulled rope and a strap on from behind her. I couldn’t help but feel slightly. Dark curls fluffing out and framing her vagina. It was dim enough that I couldn't see much detail through the hair, and I was too polite to gawk openly, but I felt sure there were some lovely thick lips hidden there.She bent over to adjust the volume of the music, and asked if I liked the jazz. I nearly missed her question trying to take in the two sweet globes of her ass. They jiggled pleasantly as she fiddled with the dials, and her vulva yawned open fetchingly. What little light there was. She wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles, giving him deeper penetration. Her arms came up and pulled his face close to hers. She kissed him deeply as her tongue slipped between his lips, rubbing over his teeth and dancing seductively with his tongue. He began moving within her steadily, his groin grinding against hers with each thrust. He moved his head down and captured her left nipple in his mouth, sucking hungrily on the hard little peak.She moaned loudly and whispered,. Man, I hate those,but these guys, you know." I shrugged. "I'd suck Moore's dick to makepartner." I paused. "Well... hey, you know I just handled one of thesedivorces for a uber-rich golf buddy of his. Total jackass. Must havebeen 50, 55. 10 years ago he dumps his then wife for a real bimbo maybe22 years old, shacks up with her. Now she's early thirties or so, and hegoes out and shacks up with another 20 something. Divorces the bimbo!" How much did she take him for?" Oh Cody, I was on.