He continues to the tops of her breasts. “Mmmm…someone tastes nice and salty.”“I know you like the salty taste, especially since you know wher... the taste comes from.”He lightly caresses her stocking-clad inner thigh under her skirt. She opens her legs as far as the skirt will allow. He reaches her soft skin above her stocking tops and strokes her until a finger brushes her pussy. He feels her wetness through her panties.“Ohh.. yeah.. honey that feels so good. Steve felt me like that.”“I take it. I am your pleasure! You will only think of what I direct your attention to and nothing else, do you understand me?” I nodded. “yes Mistress.” I was certain I heard something but it was too faint to decide what was going on and frankly at that moment, with my cock sliding between her breasts as they were squeezed together by her halter, I simply no longer cared what else was going to happen! Then she dipped her head and as my cock slid out the top of her pillowed strokers, it went right into. Before she could even dish on their common interests her phone started beeping. It was her client. He had to go into the office but invites Chayne to spend the weekend with him. Chayne respectfully declines as she is unable to spend more than a few hours with the same person before turning into a cunty bitch. Irritated at the last minute cancellation Chayne ends her phone call with Carly. The water is getting cold and the mood is long gone so Chayne decides to step out of the shower. She can’t. “Get dressed!” she giggled nervously.I got a pair of undershorts from my dresser, then put on a light blue polo and a pair of white slacks. I put on black socks and my black loafers. I grabbed my fedora.“Where to?” I asked.“It’s a weeknight, so Graeter’s closes soon. Let’s head to Frisch’s,” Bethany said.“I need to go ask my dad,” Stephanie said, opening the door and scampering down the hall.We walked out to wait by the front door to see if Stephanie could come with us.“Mom said no before Dad.