"Yes you do," she moaned softly. "Good. Now stand up and let me see what's under that robe," I commanded using Melissa's dominatrix voice. Darlene sto...d up and united her belt and let it slip off her shoulders. She was clad in an ice blue bra and panties that matched her garter belt and nylons.I stood up and approached her. "Would you like to kiss me?" Melissa asked. "Very much,"Darlene responded. "Then beg for it." "Please mistress, please kiss me," she begged a few times. I then took her in. " On the way sweetie. Bye." Hurry lover, bye."I thought back to the morning when I had avoided Helen's kiss. I was going to have to watch things like that. I had to keep her thinking that I was still her loving husband. She and Jamie had to go on thinking that I was just some stupid dumb shit cuckold.After listening to the phone tape I headed upstairs and went out on the patio to let Helen know I was home. Helen was lying on the chaise lounge with a towel covering her lower body. I walked over. Then he would go back and shove his tongue down her throat feverishly kiss and make her moan. It was about at this point where she grabbed my hand and put it on his cock and then put her hand over mine and made me jerk him off slowly keeping up the rhythm that she had. She went to feeling his chest, rubbing her hand over his hairy pecs and playing with his nipples with her now free hand because I had took over slowly jerking off his rock hard cock. I was looking back and forth between his cock,. What if the new angles the writers had given it didn't live up to the hype of an older art?Olivia need not worry. The old folks in the audience would see what they remembered. The younger crowd would be there to see a line of naked young men and women. And that thought brought her back to her main worry, her naked body in all its floodlit glory on display for all the world, live, naked and standing there for a full 30 seconds, utterly exposed and, to her mind, completely humiliated. Such was.