"Mistress Kennedy said nothing for a few moments though I could hear her pacing steps. "Okay," she began, drawing the word out. I could tell she was a...itated at my refusal. "For the sake of argument, what if we made your wife your slave and you would be my slave?"I almost laughed. Almost. "Mistress, that wouldn't work," I replied. "My wife is not a submissive. She'd never agree to it." I'm. Talking. Hypo-theti-cally," she said harshly, each syllable punctuated by a crack of her crop on my bum.I. In less than ninety seconds, she began to spasm, muttering incomprehensible words, calling Wale sweet names as her orgasms builds. Wale continued feasting on her clitoris with two fingers of one hand sliding into her pussy with coordinated rythm and the other hand fumbling her breasts and squeezing her nipples.The sensation was too much for Steph, she let out a shout as she aggressively gyrated her hips, squirting all over his face and the table.With shaky legs, she stood up, pulled down her. "You have a type, sweetie," you laugh, shaking your head. "And that girl looked like you made her in a lab, just for you." Oh, yeah? What's my type?" Short, dark hair, cute butt, big eyes," you rattle off quickly, "and that look in her eye that makes you think she'd be fun to throw around." That's you. You're just describing you," I laugh, running my fingers up and down her back, playing with her bra strap where it crests over her shoulder."I mean, yeah, I'm fun as fuck to throw around," you. Once he got her in the bedroom, he closed the door. John laid the little blonde on the bed, then crawled beside her and started kissing her on the lips, she responded by opening her mouth and kissing him back. He ran his hands lightly over her breasts and felt her hard nipples underneath the thin fabric of her blouse.There was absolutely no excuse for what he did, because John knew he should have gotten up and left. It was just that the little blonde really turned him on. As they kissed, John.