My butt was hers and now I was just thinking how much I really was HERS – in my thinking even. The word was not only coming to my lips easy, but it ...as my respectful name for her now, and she had taken away my name as well as my clothes and given me a Letter that she called me and left me just my skin to wear with pride. I was happy that I pleased her last night as she used my body, and rode my cock. I could tell that Mistress kept herself on the edge a lot, kept things sensual and sexual for. It glistened in the light. her ass was this gorgeous puckered flower. Ashley slowly inched herself closer and closer, but not close enough. As she joined in sucking my cock she shook and moved her pussy right there in front of me, so close I could smell it's addictive musky aroma. Finally her pussy was close enough that I could lick it. I slowly lapped her big pink lips, I could taste her nectar. It was like a c***d tasting candy for the very first time. My tongue flickered her button and she. Her husband was out of station for a couple of days. My wife had gone to visit her sister and was due to return the next day. Jane’s daughter was spending the weekend with her friends. It was afternoon when Jane called for me from across the fence and asked if we had electricity. I confirmed that is was so. ‘Our house does not have electricity. Could you come and check up before I call the repairman’ Jane said. I told her that I was coming. I collected the tools and fuse wire, secured the house. He barked out a laugh. "Sir?" He laughed even harder. And suddenly his anger broke and he was Stephen again, my hoped-for lover. He pushed me good-naturedly against the door—"Sir!"—shifted gears around a slow Toyota pick-up, accelerated too fast and made me yelp as he smacked his hand down on my thigh. "Sir! I don't believe it: Sir." I watched him knuckle tears away from his eyes; I was very confused. "Get over here," he said, and 10 seconds later I was sucking his cock.It was a good place to.