She neatly filled the glass. Not a drop spilled. How did she do that? She directed that I sit up and using my arms I pulled myself upright. Positionin... the glass to my lips I eagerly slurped down Mistress’s warm amber nectar. After five or six attempts I had succeed in draining the glass completely.Mistress told me to lie back down and I heard the snap of rubber gloves being pulled on. She moved between my legs and slid one finger into my rosebud. Sliding it in and out she had a second finger. There was no misunderstanding what she had planned as she told me to kneel on the floor between his legs. I was then struck by how much I wanted this. I hadn’t sucked a cock or even thought about it for over twenty years and yet the sight of his hard and erect cock made me desperate to take him in my mouth and once again experience sucking a cock. What really surprised me is that the more she took control, the more I was willing to surrender it and the more I did, the more intense the. That’s never a bad start, and if you’re a little older than the average college kid—and I was, thanks to some army time—it’s not a tough thing to pull off. Play it right, and there’s truth in the older guy/younger gal equation. It has never let me down. It didn’t this time.A few pizzas and movies later and she was blowing me on my sofa. It was a quick one, fast and wet the way I always prefer it. It came out of nowhere after an accidental discussion about sex. I hadn’t pressured her. She was. They barely covered my breasts and bottom and with no underwear I was completely exposed.I ate breakfast on the floor. We then left in his car. We headed out of the city. When we were on the open road he told me to take my top off. I hesitated. "Do you want me to stop the car and punish you." I quickly took the top off. The journey was uneventful for the next 30 minutes. Then as we approached a truck he told me to sit up and put my hands behind my head and leave them there. I did what he asked.