Marcy, his mistress, didn’t share the look of excitement either. Quite frankly, she was getting somewhat bored by Tom and his idea of a good time. S...e knew exactly what he had in mind for her. The stockings and suspenders, the half-cup bra, the handcuffs, the blindfold, the gag ….. How many times had they been through this scenario? At least twenty, over the years. It was always the same. Always for his gratification. The first couple of times it had been exciting. Sneaking away for the. He didn't seem to mind. We lay there, cuddling, close, in the afterglow of great sex. My mind fluttered from place to place for a while, but eventually settled on the subject of photographing sex - the real reason that I had asked for this date. I felt that I had to be honest with him, though I was afraid he might be mad, or worse. Perhaps he would not want another date with me. That thought surprised me, as I hadn't realised that I wanted another date with him. I suppose the sex was too good. She knew I could see every part of her body clearly and it excited her. She turned to face me where I sat, my arms draped across the back of the sofa on each side, my legs stretched out straight and crossed at the ankles. She continued her slow dance as her eyes moved from my face to my chest, and then to the bulge in my P.J.s. The song was almost over as she slowly began to unbutton her dress, one button, some more swaying of her hips, then another. Fellatio caught my attention right away and the more I read about it, the more I became aroused at the thought of doing it.Sitting on my bed at night, I would read everything I could on the subject. One magazine even had illustrations on how to perform certain techniques to drive a man wild. Reading about them was driving me wild. I could feel my pussy became warm as I read intently. Now all I needed was the nerve to do it.Michael and I had been dating for about four months and I really liked.