“Get that tongue in deep!”I have no idea if he actually understood anything that I was saying, but his tail wagged harder and he seemed to double ...is effort to get his tongue inside my hole. My head was thrashing back and forth and my hips bucking wildly while I hunched at his face, rubbing my clit on tip of his snout. I spread my legs as wide as they would go and let go of my pussy lips so I could unbutton my blouse and pop my tits out of my bra. I pinched my nipples hard, which just fed the. But going to bed after she'd left was a torturous affair until he'd finally yielded to his more carnal desires and put himself out of his misery. Several times.Fast forward all those years and just a few months ago he'd seen her again on a fetish social site. They had both been away from the kink scene for years, but had arrived back at almost the same time. But, this time around she was very confidently declaring herself a Domme. Seeing that profile picture of her, and the word Domme next to. "I'll come out in a minute." Ok, thanks."I turned off the computer, and closed the top. I knew it was too good to be true, but then again, I wasn't feeling much in the writing mood. Maybe I'm too protective, but the thought of someone running into the house saying somebody drowned in my hot tub really scared me. I could go out there and read a little. There was plenty of light by the pool. Heck, I was still in my swim trunks. Maybe a dip in the hot tub would be relaxing. I got out to the deck,. "Connie walks in and my mouth flew open. She walks up to me, puts me in a lip lock, trying to give me tongue. Then she says, "Hi Mark long time, no see. I didn't know you were the marrying kind or I would have tried harder.She was Connie Carter, one of the smartest lawyers in the city. She was drop dead gorgeous, taller then her sisters, bigger in the boob department and the same long legs that run in the family. I met her at a swinger's party. No, she wasn't a swinger but her ex was and took.