It was bizarre, but great. “That’s more like it!” came a voice from behind us. We turned to see Cindee walking toward us, carrying a pink plasti... bag. Between her legs, under the silvery dress, dangled a dildo attached to a black harness around her hips. Cindee grabbed Charmaine by the hips and pulled her down my body, to her knees. She went down on one knee, and put the dildo in Charmaine from behind. The black girl started moaning and sighing as Cindee worked on her. Charmaine’s pushed my. Dropping my laptop bag I wandered into the lounge to once again feel that dumbstruck feeling I had when she had cuckolded me a few months earlier. There she was in her full Mistress uniform, a black wet look mini dress that leaves little to the imagination, black patent platform heels, the red bobbed wig and dark make up. Normally the sight of her in this outfit fills me with excitement at the prospect of one of our great BDSM sessions, but tonight was different. Tonight there was another. I was sexually turned-on having done this and brazenly went back downstairs as I had done early in the morning, but with an air of more bravado, knowing he has sexual desires on me, so being dressed like this would do wonders for his ego.I came down the stairs and he was standing at the sink, drinking coffee, he too was in a t-shirt and a pair of underpants. When he saw me descending the stairs he called out, 'Good Morning', and asked me if I wanted some coffee, to which I replied in the. "That gives me goosebumps," she giggled, "It's something else that I've never done before." What?"She reached up again and put her lips to my ear."I've never stood in a bar before with a man's hand on my bum." You've never lived."I managed to order another two drinks with my hand still up her skirt and my fingers playing gently over her tiny puckered hole."You're making me feel very horny David," she whispered, "You're not being a gentleman." I'm not?" No," she smiled, "A gentleman would take.