The amount of silver Michael had usually transported was small, so I had hoped that there wouldn't be a reception party.Luckily the warehouse was empt... except for a shiny black car. We loaded up in Michael's Model A Sedan and looked for a clue to tell us where we were. Using a map found in the glove box, we found Michael's house in the French Quarter in only a short while. His keys let us into his house and found his housekeeper/slave, Yvonne.I had Bert tie her up and put her into her rooms. "So smooth," she said as she ran her fingers down my pussy lips, sending shivers all through my body. I waxed every other Friday, so I had just done it the day before. Then all thought left my head as her fingers spread my lips and her tongue dipped between them. The effect of her tongue on my clit was an electric shock, even more so than when my husband went down on me. Carol's tongue worked on me while she slowly slid first one, then two fingers inside me. I was so wet that the slid in with. I heaved her up and wormed my tongue into her anus eliciting another squeal of delight from her lips,"Dirty," she gasped. "Oh God this is so fucking dirty."I felt her hands scrabbling at my hair, holding me there while she rode my face, she used her anal muscles to grip my tongue and tried to force herself down on it even further but I ran my tongue back up to feast on her wetness. She squealed again as I flicked at her clitoris before sucking it into my mouth. She was wet, very wet and I. This will be my second story on ISS. I would like to thanks ISS for giving me such a platform where I can share my experiences with you all guys.Coming to the story, this all happened when I was in Chandigarh for 2 days. It is really hard to find a girl just for sex in a city where you have never been before.So without wasting my time to search any female for a one night stand, I decided to explore the internet so that I can have a cam sex at least. The heroine of my story is who lives in.