Mark laughed, “She gets her way a lot, doesn’t she?”Kent nodded, “You know, sometimes she seems completely submissive and then, other times, I...realize she’s the one calling the shots. Either way, I’m a lucky man.”“You sure as shit are, Kent,” Mark agreed.Once outside, Libby laid in the lounge chair and opened her legs. Kent came over to caress her inner thigh. Then he sat down near her and said, “Okay, what are you up to?”Libby said, “I’m not up to anything. I just thought it would be nice to. Being in my forties didn’t help much either. I was just competing against the computer when I heard a knock at the kitchen door. I went to answer and saw that it was my ex-husband. “Hey there” I said, opening the door “ What brings you by this time of day?” He gave me that crooked grin of his that I used to love. “ I believe I was supposed to pick up our son.” Thinking for a minute, I remembered that my son had ball practice today and evidently neglected to let his father know. “Well I have. She was too aroused to be self-conscious as he settled down between her thighs, his breath warm against her crease.And then his mouth was on her, and she lost whatever train of thought she might have been following. She became nothing but a bundle of sensation, thrusting her hips up towards the pressure of his lips and tongue. He pulled one of her legs over his shoulder, pressing the other up towards her chest to open her to his questing mouth, and she cried out as his tongue swept from her. ." Smaack! "Shut up!" Ilsa gives hera severe slap in her face. "I am really gracious, so you have the choicebetween first shaving your head bold or second return to long hair again. Whatis your choice, right now?" "My gracious Mistress, I ehm, yes I wouldprefer to have long hair again." "Okay, if this is your wish you maydo so. Tomorrow morning I will check your hair and you will have long darkblack hair way down your shoulders." "My geacious Mistress, how, how,this is impossible you know, by.