Her pet-slash-secretary Tara answered, she took in myappearance, realized I couldn't talk and simply nodded her head to comein. I stood quietly as sh... opened the other door behind her desk anddisappeared for a moment, and returned. "Mistress will see you."I stepped inside, and there she was. Mistress Dyvia. She smiled."Slave, how are you?" she asked as she took off my mask and gag.I stretched my jaw for a moment, and then replied, "Slave is well,Mistress." And what brings you to my door on. There's something about a big fat cock in your mouth, and knowing that the guy on the end of it is in absolute heaven. So I had a very good idea of how big it was. It barely fit in my mouth, and my jaw would usually ache afterwards. No way that thing would fit down there."She chuckled. "I was wrong. It fit. Barely, and it took a lot of caring and caressing. I was afraid his poor tongue was going to fall off, he licked me for so long, getting me ready. He tried a couple of times, and it just. Keeping her conversation light and away from all things ‘Lula,’ Justine managed to lighten Daniel’s mood considerably. By the time they reached the driveway of her Greek Revival-style mansion, Daniel had convinced himself that an afternoon with Justine would be more pleasant than he’d anticipated. She’d laughed in all the right places without sounding forced or too eager. She’d asked about his first year at West Point and seemed genuinely interested in his answers, even picking up on slight. ‘ That’s going to be hard in this skirt, Ken’, she said breathlessly. ‘I’ll have to pull it up a wee bit more’Demurely she pulled up her skirt another couple of inches and spreading her milky white fat thighs lifted up her leg revelling in showing her luscious and very moist hairy cunt lips.Smiling she added, ‘ can you see better now, Ken?’Then, as if she had just discovered she was not wearing underwear, she added, ‘ making all the arrangements for this holiday is very stressful, I clear.