Another bombshell exploded in his head as he acknowledged he was prepared to endure any indignity his Mistress demanded of himIn his new awareness he...stood, hands clasped demurely in front of him, as she moved the few steps to the wardrobe and extracted the gown from its bag. Crouching down slightly enabled her to drop the gathered up garment over his head. The satin gown, surprisingly heavy, dropped around his waist. She was on her knees, pulling the skirt in place over the crinolines,. He felt his load hit the back of her throat and was in awe of the sensation. He must be dreaming…she’d never let him do it like this before. The sheer thought of her gift to him stretched his orgasm further than he thought possible. Never backing away, Ashley held her mouth to him tightly, taking his full load. His hips locked in place as he rode out the rest of the spasms from his spent dick. When at last he was done, she slowly withdrew him from her mouth, licked her lips and looked up with a. Certainly, he didn’t look like he had anything. Looking much like a homeless person, he wore these old clothes all the time with paint marks all over them. She wondered if he found his clothes in a dumpster. He didn’t smell. He was clean but he never shaved. In the way that Vincent van Gogh always had a scraggly beard, he had a scraggly beard that he didn’t trim. Obviously his appearance wasn’t as important to him as was the faces he drew. In the frightful mess that his hair was always in, he’d. Then slowly I proceeded towards her boobs, as soon as I touched them she moaned lightly and buried her face in my chest. Considering it as a green signal I pressed her boobs lightly. They were soft like cotton balls. I continued pressing them for few minutes. Then I pressed her other boob also. In the mean time, she was pressing my rock hard cock over my pant. Then I put my hand inside her kurta and felt her boobs for the first time, the feeling was awesome.I started kneading them, I also.