Hard to argue with that.A knock came at the door.“I’ll get it!” Jess announced. Opening the front door revealed a young man in his late twenties... dressed in a black suit. He wore a typical limo-driver’s cap.“Hello, Ma’am,” he said with a formal tip of that cap. “I’m Kevin, your driver for the evening.” Jess told me that she’d tried hard to get Phil again, but he already had a prior engagement and wasn’t available at the last minute. Oh well.“Hi, Kevin; we were just getting ready.”And indeed we. Tom was working as a freelance journalist, although what he really wanted to do was try his hand at writing a novel. The cottage was not large. It had probably started life as a fisherman’s cottage sometime in the early part of the 18th century. Polly had given it a new roof and added a south-facing deck. Later she had added a small extension to one side. The extension now housed the bathroom. In the first year that Tom and Karen owned the cottage, they had removed a couple of the interior. What now, I thought."Turn the fuck around, slut," she continued to yell, obviously very unhappy with me.Smack! Another stinging slap and my red ass cheek was on fire.I released Leroy's cock and spun around to see Mistress sitting up on the sofa, hands on her knees, glaring at me."Look at this fucking mess," Mistress commanded as she looked down between her legs."Did anyone give you permission to shoot your fucking sissy load?"I hadn't yet seen her like this. For the first time, there seemed to. You can tell Darcy I told you to check her nipples as well." I may have to check just to see if you're full of shit." I have 'exit only' tattooed on my ass. You can check to see if I'm full of cum, though." What would Darcy say?" LP asked."She'd say 'not right after I suck him off'. She'd tell you that her belly is full of cum then."She didn't have a reply, so she skied off to check on Brad. I followed her and decided that her ass was right up there with Darcy's. When we made it to the bottom.