While it look empty she suddenly turns around facing Bonnie.Bonnie: Hey slaveKim: Don’t call me thatBonnie: isn’t that what you are? My little sla...e?Kim: (stand with a bit angry and nervous face as she realize she can’t say anything against Bonnie.Bonnie: Ok let’s start slave:first, you will always call me mistress when nobody are around.Second: The days with bras and panties are over. So hand them over now.Kim knowing that she doesn’t have any other choice starts taking of her bra, under her. My hands were still playing with her tits.She had an amazing experience of getting an orgasm. She said she never felt such a feeling while having sex with so many guys. I said i am a master of this art. She then asked what else you a master are at. I said wait another hour and i will let you cum again without any problem and she laughed.She went into the bathroom and got herself cleaned while i changed my dress and wore a half pant and a t-shirt. I know some girls love to tear the t-shirts. Angry, hurt, and so fucking confused, I didn’t know what I should be feeling. Tina was my whole world, and now she was off somewhere banging her boss, and we were done.I know our sex life had been great, at least I thought. She’d never complained to me. Though I would hardly call her adventurous, we’d always had a good time in bed, and I always took care of her and I’d never once left her hanging.But I had a feeling that scumbag she worked for, who I’d caught leering at her at the company. She unzipped her skirt. I watched as it slid from her hips, pooling around her ankles. Standing in front of me in bra and panties, she climbed onto the bed, straddled my face.Looking up, I noticed that the gusset to her panties was damp. No, it was wet, and her musky scent was making me hard again. My gaze continued upward past her breasts. Her return gaze smoldered with lust as she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. She settled onto my face, smearing her essence from my nose to my chin..