After a few seconds, she took my hand, saying "I've been meaning to make a few suggestions on what you should wear in the shop." She led me from the ...oom. "And you can put that thing away," she added, staring down at my rigid, and very proud, penis."I think the ladies would like to see a little more of you, if you know what I mean," she suggested as we entered her bedroom. "Here, try this on." She handed me a white tunic, a toga I guess, which I obediently, if reluctantly, stepped into.. Clothes were strewn around carelessly. The bed they lay in was filled with escalating passion. Lavender scented candles displayed a scene of warmth and intensity. Her toes curled and she jumped as he spanked her firm ass.She yearned for his touch. Lying down face first on the bed, handcuffed and blindfolded; filled only with suspense, but she yearned to be filled with something more. A finger entered her from behind and she moaned at his touch. He explored her wet little hole with a single. " This is different. We aren't still playmates, Mickey. We're grown up now. Grownup's do different things than kids do. If you still like me the way you did when we were little, there isn't any reason for me to want to go over to your house. Especially when your parents are gone, and we'd be all alone. If you like me the other way, then there is a reason." You mean like you the same way that Cal used to like you? To be honest, I've never thought about liking you that way." Okay, that's honest,. Then without warning she kissed the slave. It kind of shocked the slave at first but it was unlike any kiss it had gotten from a man. She kissed the slave softly, tracing the slave’s lips with her tongue. The slave got so caught up in it that it didn’t even realize that the lady had unfastened the slave’s bra until it felt it fall off to the floor. The slave closed its eyes as the the lady’s lips slowly started making their way down its body till it found the slave’s very hard erect.