“Care to open a beer for the lady?”“Emily!” I said as I turned around. I was genuinely glad to see her.Emily was wearing a red dress and her h...gh heel shoes, due to which she appeared taller than usual. She had straightened her hair and the red lipsticks appeared to be quite seductive.Emily, noticing the happy tone, remarked, “Someone did miss me.”I opened the beer bottle and handed it over to her. “Nah. I am just happy to see you here. After all, it was you who forced me to come here.”Emily. She asked me not to wear anything special, just something to be comfortable in. I chose my customary nice T-shirt, my best pair of faded jeans, and my favorite Docksiders.Her front porch was dimly, although adequately lit, and in the foyer just beyond the stained glass of the door, I could see candles. Suddenly I felt quite underdressed and completely ill prepared. My stomach churned and I was face to face with my doubts of whether or not I was really ready for all of this.I knocked on the door. We lay there for a while before Margaret suggested a quick shower together which is something even now I like, we had a long slow shower soaping each other all over before drying ourselves and going back to bed with a drink, well I was still young and still horny so it wasn’t long before my cock started to grow and I let the towel slip open so Margaret could see it and she just smiled and reached over and started to stroke my cock, pretty soon it was fully hard again and Margaret suggested I. I could feel my pussy twitch in response to the memories of last night. My mind was craving more from my master, I needed more release. I slowly sat up in my bed and let my feet rest on the carpeted floor. After a few deep breaths, I got up and made my way downstairs, passing my discarded clothes from the night prior. I reached my kitchen and quickly found my purse laying haphazardly where I had left it. I pulled my phone out of the purse and saw that the battery was dead on it. With a.