He takes the knife away from her breasts and runs the blade along each side of her pussy. She gasps. He presses its flat side down across her vagina a...d leaves the butter knife there for a few seconds, maybe a full minute, she can’t tell before tossing it aside. She also can’t tell if it’s hot or cold, sharp or dull. Whatever it is, her pussy melts at its touch. She has never been this turned on. Whatever it is, she wants more.MK kisses her, deeply. He runs his tongue around the inside of her. I think he was a little nervous when we walked into a Victoria's Secret. Just to raise the ante I took his arm. I know we looked like Sugar Daddy buying toys for his latest trophy, but if people wanted to think I was a trophy, that was alright with me. It was such a relief to be able to buy bras and panties from an ordinary store instead of a specialty shop and to chose among colors, and silks and laces, push ups and half cups, thongs or French cut. I made my choices of new lingerie without. And since the living room was not actuallyisolated from the bedroom, I bought a high quality set of head phones so Robert could watch TV atnight after I had gone to bed without disturbing me.Robert would not have a vehicle for the summer, but I had arranged a local gym membership so hecould work out during the day to stay in shape. As a college student, he did not have a curfew, but Iasked him to be courteous of the fact that I had to work. But the rules were virtually non-existent. Wetypically. When I was done I walked out to find her, and there she was, pacing around a bit but looking really fine as a black-eyed brunette. I went over and gave her a careful kiss that wouldn't smear her make-up. "Go get 'em, girl," I said softly."You too, darling," she told me. She already knew my dislike for the more traditional wish. And we just stood there holding hands through the usual opening-night delays. Mario walked past us and bumped fists with me and blew a kiss at Camilla, the bass singing.