I defrosted the strips in the microwave, and fried them on the stove. I heated up the peas and made some mashed potatoes. When everything was ready, I...brought the food and a diet Coke into the dining room. Anita was waiting at the table. She was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. I assumed she took a shower while I was cooking, because she was wearing a flowery perfume.?This looks nice, slave. Did you eat anything???Thank you Mistress Anita. No Mistress Anita, I didn’t.?Anita grinned. ?Good. Sit down. “It’s good to have you do this Barry. No, not so terrible Marge, it’s just I’m not getting anywhere much with the Wheeland boy.” She turned to Barry. “No, don’t hang that up it needs laundering. Do it tonight. I’ll want it again tomorrow.”He shuffled off with the shirt. Valerie wondered why she hung on to him. Since the divorce he’d been just like any other sponsored male. She could end that anytime she liked. Maybe she was a bit sentimental. Hardly what you’d expect from a Detective Sergeant. The room was cool and he handed me a can of ice cool coke, which I took and thanked him for it.The absurdity of it made me smile, a middle-aged woman fucking a school boy, well a boy without schooling in the back of a car, me fucking a perfect stranger on a plane, the thoughts went through my head, and I took a long refreshing swig from the coke.'Would you like to try a fuck, no charge?' I looked at the driver, who sat beside me, I felt mesmerized and calm, but a rising need from my crotch was. “Mmm, don’t stop that," she says, as you finger her pussy slowly, rubbing her clit. She leans back into you and kisses you hard, pushing her tongue into your mouth as far as it will go. She stops and takes her hand out of your panties, and leans over you. She grabs your panties and you lift your hips as she slides them off. You sit up and put your hands on her hips, gently pushing her onto her back on the bed. You kiss her breasts again, sucking gently on her hard nipples, and move down,.