Sara then rested her pussy onto to my face and queened and smothered my face very tightly. All I could do was inhale her pussy scents and ocassionally...Sara would raise up a little and commanded me to lick her pussy and as I did I could feel my cock filling the cock cage tightly, trying to get hard and pull off the cage but Sara secured it tightly and it was coming off unless she wanted it off my manhood. Mistress teased ah, poor slave wants to get so hard and cum for his Mistress and can't.. We had been shopping, I needed some panties, and after a visit to Victoria’s Secret we entered Bloomies for a snack. What she did to me in VS is another story I may tell some time. Let’s just say I had a good time, and my thong was still damp from the excitement I had experienced. Mistress also had several chances to see her favorite color. We each had soup and a salad and we were sitting with our coffee, chatting. I started to get out of my chair and Mistress asked where I was going. I said. She couldn't believe she had just had all of that in her. He was all apologetic afterward but told her he didn't believe she would be galling the police would she. She just shook her head no as she pulled up her slacks and headed for the bathroom.When she got home I could tell she was flushed but upset and I asked her what was wrong. She said she knew I was going to hate her but she had just let a black man fuck her. She didn't know I had, had fantasies about this for years, I asked her if he. "I slid my hand around her, stopping just short of cupping her breast. I wasn't ready to lose that hand yet. Even so, I could feel the soft swell of her tit against my wrist."And then?" She pulled my hand off her boob for a second; I'd been clutching it pretty tightly. Then when we were seated normally again, she put it back, laughing that it was a 'boob day', and told me to be gentler." God. I knew it! She's such a fuckin' troublemaker." I could have stopped, but it was just too hot. I'm sorry.