She was already wearing a traditional black corset and thigh length stiletto boots which are almost de rigour for ladies of her profession. Accompanie... by the self same receptionist who had earlier answered the outside door the slave deigned to ask "Are you the dominatrix?" "I am she replied" as she sat down beside him. She began to look though the form which he had been asked to fill in on first being seated. "I understand you have a web cam here in this establishment." he asked nervously "We. He wanted something big, showy, and sparkly to show the world that she was his. She didn’t need that extravagant display as visual proof that she loved him and that they belonged with one another. She’d be happy with a copper or silver cigar type band, so long as it was from him. They were like that with everything, unfortunately. They were at the very opposite ends of the spectrum when it came to how each viewed life, how each viewed the carbon footprint that they took up on an already. He slowly pushed it into her, it pressed into her G-spot. “Fuck,” she moaned. He leaned down and sucked on her nipples, her breathing turned back into panting. “How does it feel, slut?” he taunted. “Are you enjoying it?” he slowly moved the vibrator in and out of her.“Yes,” she moaned. “I enjoy everything so do to me. God, you’re driving me crazy.”“Don’t cum,” he instructed. He took the vibrator out and pressed it to her clit. She moaned and her hips jerked. He kissed her neck, knowing it was. “I don’t know. Eating your pussy made me hard again. You taste so beautiful.” Philippa grinned and pushed her baby back on the bed. She straddled him a second time feeling him fill her sopping wet pussy. Without any desire to have a release her self, Philippa rode her husband cowgirl. She watched his face intently loving to see it contort in pleasure. As John was about to come Philippa wet her fingers with her saliva and gently teased his nipples brushing across their tips. She knew that.