"How does your Mistress smell?" she asked inquisitively."Nice," I replied thoughtlessly, my mind racing a mile a minute."It's nice Mistress Leah," she...corrected with a snap to my right inner thigh. If she got any closer, she would have snapped me on my cock...and I probably would have came in my pants."It's nice Mistress Leah," I got it right this time.She then reached down and grabbed my stiff member through my jeans. I thought I was going to cum, but she squeezed me so hard I couldn't. I was. After composing herselfshe said, "Well Trina, it's obvious you handled yourself like a realgirl. Your own wife didn't recognize you. Now that's one for the recordbooks." She took my hand and I laughed too. I did pull it off. I wasstill mad but saw the humor in the situation. "Let's go, I have a hotdate. I'll use our room if you don't mind. I'm sure Jeremy has plans foryou too."We rejoined the guys and Jeremy took my hand in his as Scott and Belindawere arm in arm. We took cabs back to the hotel. The two employees, who had been in the back when the car exploded, were sitting, still shaken by their ordeal. All one had to do was look around to see that, had they been out front, they'd have both been cut to ribbons by flying glass. All the displays were hung with clothing that was torn, some shredded, and all of it with sparkling glass particles dusting it. He kicked a pile of bloody cloth to one side and something gleamed on the floor. He bent to pick it up.He stared. "LJG" in flowing. Not too long ago I was required to make a trip to New York City and happened to meet a man that would introduce meto experiences that, until then, I'd never imagined I'd ever be a part of. I say I was required to visit New York because I neverwas particularly comfortable traveling by airplane and today air travel is even more unappealing to me. However a dear friendfrom college was getting married and I simply couldn't avoid attending the festivities. Since I had to make the journey anyway I.