She tells me how wet her pussy is and how I'm going to eat her out good when she is thru with me. She pulls out for a second and admires her work; my ...ss is gaping wide open. She spits on my ass and I can feel the warm liquid slide into my hole. I moan in ecstasy. She laughs at me and tells me that I'm her slut, then jams the cock in my throat. 'Suck it up bitch' she demands. 'Get all of that ass juice off for me'. I greedy gobble her cock while enjoying the tastes of my ass. She turns me over. ’ She squeezed my hand affectionately. We never felt the need to hide our innocent tactile moments since we were now accepted as, ‘The two lesbians who sit at that table in the corner.’ The fact that her toe, slipped out of a shoe, was running up the inside of my long skirt and caressing my calf was unknown to everyone else but I was acutely aware of it. ‘Introspection is not something I indulge in to any great extent. We are what we are. I just knew I wasn’t like my mother or Cassandra. Being. By that time, Lona had returned with our drinks. Lona then looked at me and my husband and said, "Okay,,, I'll be right back,, I have to go to the ladies room." My husband and I started drinking our drinks and talking to each other when after a few short minutes, I noticed that all the other women in the bar had disappeared. I told my husband Harold what I noticed as he looked at me and said, "Oh,, It's nothing Jen baby!!,,, they must have all went to the ladies room at the same time. Ain't. .. I need you to be my Master. It wouldn’t need to be so much different than now, but I ... Please, sir.”Jeremiah realised that he’d been backed into a corner. “You really need this? It would make you happy?”“Yes, sir. Yes, to both.”He sighed. “Very well, then.”From behind her back she produced the leather collar she’d purchased earlier in the day and held it out to him.I don’t suppose there was ever a more devoted ‘slave’, and probably never a gentler ‘master’. For over twelve years, she lived.