The submissive looked at each, but shook it off, until they pulled out a Cat. It was like the whole room went in the freezer. Mistress Cynthia was NOT...pleased. The submissive expected it—I could tell. Cynthia just pointed to a horse—one of those orange and white ones they use on roads. Skinny as hell.Like before, everyone rushed to set up the scene. The rope work was rather artful. They suspended her upside down, with her hair brushing the floor. The ankles and hands were tied to the uprights. “So, you must be my wife’s new protégé,” he said, extending a tanned hand out towards me, his grip surprisingly strong as he fought for the upper hand.“Yes,” I replied, fighting the impulse to call him ‘sir’ but instead I tried to put myself in his place. With Sally’s information concerning their relationship stored in my head, I tried to work out his motivation for wanting to see me, while retaining the knowledge that I held an important place at the table. He needed me.“She tells me that you. I flattened her tongue and stoked its entire width over her and her body raised and lowered underneath it. I moved to the bottom of her pussy and folded my tongue, slipping the tip inside her moist, warm opening. Her body shuddered as her hips pressed against me, wanting me deeper. When I looked up at her, I saw her eyes were only partly open. Her face was a picture of passion, still biting her lower hip. As I removed my tongue and licked up toward her clit, her eyes opened and looked into. Mom got into a new, sexy outfit for the evening, and was very excited to be enjoying a drink with a model and she wanted to make sure her clothes looked like she knew what the younger women were wearing these days, she didn’t want to look drab and old. She wore a black skirt that to her was a mini but it was really only two inches above her knees, it fit tight but had a slit all the way from the hem almost to her waist, I have to admit, I’m sure she knew what she was doing when she bought this.