The difference was muted lighting and mirrors on every surface. Lisa looked tiny beside the big woman.Strip slut, said Lydia!My name is Lisa, said Lis....SLAP!! Lydia struck her hard across the face, bringing a tear to Lisa’s eyes. SLAP!I am your mistress and I will call you what I like. NOW STRIP!!!Yes, mistress, said Lisa and kicked off her shoes, pulled her sequined top off and wiggled out of her hooker skirt. Standing there naked, her pussy practically bubbled with wetness.Get on your back on. But can you be sure!" Oh, yes, quite sure! Others may not see it, but I know ... and it's not just those eyes; even at his age he has the look, and no one else has seen you as closely as I have!" But he'll never know, will he!" Maybe one day, Darling: when it doesn't matter; I hope before then, however, that he comes to appreciate you for the fine man that you are!" But how can that be, My Lady: even though you are no longer married, you can't just visit me in my cottage when you like; nor I. She did. “Lovely”, he said as her grip tightened and even without a command began to pull it, pull it towards that soapy forest till the head was resting against the pulsating lips of her crack. “Fucking here is awkward and not that comfortable, lets dry each other and then go into my room, but keep it quiet”, he said as he stepped out and handed her a towel.Once inside his room that although down at the end of the house was not totally shielded from a vocal exchange as he rammed his cock up to. Ana showed me what she had bought in the mall: a huge black dildo, long and thick as my arm …She said that I could watch her while she touched herself and then she would suck my dick. It sounded as a good deal to me.Ana dropped the towel from her nice body and lay on the sofa in front of me. She spread her nice long legs and showed me her perfect bush trimmed pussy.I watched her as she started touching her nipples until they stood hard. Her hands roamed her body, slowly moving down to her wet.