Then do your usual clean-up." She reached a hand into the bathwater and splashed it a couple of times. "And wash yourself up. You're disgusting! You c...n use TWO handfuls of my bathwater, no more!" Yes, Mistress," vomit answered."Did I say you could speak?" Mistress raised her hand, ready to deliver a blow if the slave replied. Wisely, he only shook his head. Good. She wasn't feeling kindly enough to the little slug to hurt her hand enough to punish him.The slave leaned forward, and began. No panties, naked. This young picture of feminine perfection stood naked and unaware right before me. My wife had been blonde and slightly built, but age had begun to fill out her figure in the last few years before she had been taken from me, and she had somewhat lost her innocent child look that had initially attracted me to her. I had loved her no less for her bodily changes, having grown to love more than her body, and this love had stopped my once rampant urges since I had been widowed,. She let go of my penis and began to undo her pants, inviting me down there for a little meal. I lifted her higher on the couch and wrapped her legs around me as I motioned to take off her panties and beheld that majestic slightly hairy mound that stared back at me, calling to me, making me want to never stop looking at it. I gave it a little flick with my tongue and she squirmed a bit. I flicked her again and she gave a little snicker with the tickle. I went in deeper and took a good lick at. It was growing and could not be stopped.He mentioned to her about his son’s upcoming travel schedule. Also being involved with the hockey commission, he would often be on conference calls. He could make up a story that since he was “in the neighbourhood” that he would attend the next hockey commission meeting. His wife knew that he was busy, she would never suspect a thing. The plan was now taking shape.They continued to chat. He had a cam and would gladly show his prize to his online.