I went and put on my brown, leather boots that Jess had leftout for me.They went up nearly to my knee and had a 2-inch heel. I then turned tomy wife's...vanity. I combed my long hair straight and let it fall to thesides of my head. I pulled it back when I started to do my makeup.It wasn't the first time so I was used to putting on mascara, eyeliner,and lipstick. I was blessed with an even toned skin so it never took melong to do my makeup.I was unsure of my appearance as I looked at myself in the. I want to find a true mistress, preferably an older Black woman who oozes strength, femininity and authority in every pore. That's my fantasy fuck, people. I usually dominate sluts. Can't let one of them dominate me. I'm holding out for the genuine article. A stern Black mistress.Take my slut Wanda O'Connor for example. She's a thirty-something white female executive working for one of Boston's top engineering companies. Tall, plain-faced and kind of plump, with long red hair and pale green. She wanted to say what she was thinking because she knew it would make her feel like she did while she had been watching Tina. “Then I masturbated in front of you while watching the video of Stacy and Rich having sex. Then when I was about to cum I told you”. Saying the words started to turn Michelle on again, the butterflies returning to her stomach. Tina looked more serious. “I don’t think we’ve done anything wrong and…..and I’d like to do it again”. The final part of the sentence came out. * * * * Adam finished his research into Honey and John Baker just around lunch. He really didn’t like what he had found out about John Baker. Other than being a wife-beater, it looked very much like he might be a liar, cheat and thief. As far as Adam was concerned, that was enough justification to look deeper into his affairs, business and otherwise. Years of work in the computer industry would allow him to do just that. He fixed some lunch and fed Teddy, who promptly went to sleep on the deck.