"Show me your lingerie girl" she commanded. I started to unpack thethings I had brought with me. My pink shoes."Oh very nice girl" she laughed...then....What's this Girl? The label is still on..sloppy!" Mistress had noticedthat I had left the labels on the underside of my shoes."Follow me girl"I followed mistress back into the living room where I was ordered tokneel over a stool. This was to be my first punishment."Now slave....how many labels?" Two Mistress" And how many shoes?"Two Mistress". And she was naked.“Kate, what... ?”Her lips smacked as she opened her mouth to talk. “Please, Tom, I have to have you...” Then she went down on me again.“Oh, shit, that feels good ... but ... why? Won’t you lose your powers if that body doesn’t stay virginal?” Then I realized that I had had sex with Demie the previous night. “Oh! You’re sucking on Demie’s juices; that’s why you’re horny.”But that didn’t explain why she had gone down on me in the first place. Demie’s vaginal secretions were like. She was doing the same to me.I spun her around and I began to wash her breasts as she tilted her head back and begged for more kisses. As our lips touched each other my cock was splitting the crack of her ass again. I bent down a little and now my head of my cock was going from her tiny balloon knot between her pussy lips out the other side of her. Her pussy was on fire and I could feel her pussy juices on the tip of the head of my cock and soaked the top of my shaft as well. I could feel cum. Such is life, I suppose. We pulled up to the complex, which was largely absent from cars and such due to the fact that it was a saturday night. It had just dawned on me: We were alone. I hastily unbuckled my seat belt and reached for my car door, my heart thumping wildly. I could feel my throat drying as he emerged from the car and walked towards me, playfully holding out his arm to ‘escort’ me to my door. I smiled and shook my head, resting my hand on his arm, trying to hold my shaking figure.