We were going to get together again, this time on purpose. I immediately got up and went to my closet to think about what I might wear to see him. It ...as supposed to be sunny and warm on Saturday, not hot, just pleasant. Did I want to wear something provocative or plainer and more subdued? I had a couple of sundresses that I always thought looked good on me. One was quite sexy and would require that I go braless, the other one was also quite nice but a bit more demure. I chose the plainer dress. ?Don’t stop until I tell you to and your effort better be good?, she added.Diane, seething with anger over Heather’s gloating, hoped this would be the culmination of the tortures inflicted upon her by this sadistic fiend.As she struggled to keep her tongue in place, Mistress devised a way to assure that Diane’s head remained sealed against her crotch.The leather collar was put around her neck once again, with a dog chain leash attached to the front loop. Mistress, sitting on a small pillow,. How could seeing her, supposedly my wife, so avidly craving his black dick excite me so much I wondered? But seeing her hunching wildly down into his cock, unaware and uncaring if I was even there, using his dick like a big dildo to make herself cum over and over as he continued to speak with me had me near cumming. My own dick, not graced by her swollen wet walls was becoming sore from my continual stroking of it. My wife, or to be truthful his wife, was literally unable to control her need to. A friend of a friend told her about this guy named Pierre who was a masseuse. He had a great reputation and was a magician with his hands.He wasn’t just the most fabulous masseuse; he was a dirty masseuse. He had sexual intercourse with his clients. Shanice's sister Asia told Shanice and the rest of the girls about what happened to her.She told the girls that she had to fill out a questionnaire explaining where her aches and pains were and after that, she waited for a bit. After about.