Now slut how does that feel? Lovely Mistress, oh yes that’s right slut good girl, I am Mistress you are slut. My breath was coming fast and furious ...s she continued her hold on my nipples. Kissing me only made breathing all the more difficult. Then she let go off them. Her hands were now inside my thighs and squeezing my cock in my panty. Seems you are enjoying this my dear slut – maybe a little too much and she slapped my panty covered cock – ouch – I squirmed – now slut why jump? Sorry. Her black bra that gave her a lot of cleavage. A black dress that hit her right at the knees with zipper up the back, black nylons with knee-high black boots. You might say she was going to a funeral. By the way she looked fantastic. This was going to be the longest day of my life, waiting for her to come home for my story time. At five-thirty that evening, she walked through the door. She said, ‘I have to get something to eat I didn’t have any lunch. Don’t ask any questions, you have a great. Mark could no longer avoid the painful truth that his relationship with his wife was starting to break down. He wanted to contact the class instructor, but the storefront was apparently unused except for the Monday night class. Before then, there was another event that Mark had to deal with; Cheryl's birthday was Saturday.Mark was hoping that Cheryl wouldn't let Charles interfere with what might be their last celebration together. For a while, it seemed that he would get his wish. Then, Charles. When he did, I asked if I could buy him a drink - the oldest line in the book, but it worked. He agreed, and we sat on barstools in a corner. It was dark and a little quieter there. He seemed confident and relaxed as we talked. His name was Steven and he said he lived in the neighborhood. I was having trouble concentrating on his words; I couldn't take my eyes off of his lips, which were full and sexy. Each time he took a swig from his beer bottle, I watched them part and caught a glimpse of.