They looked to be late 30’s. She had black hair, cut close to her head. She had beautiful eyes and large breasts. She was wearing a short black skir... with no panty lines and a cute blouse that had lacy stuff down the front. My cock got hard just looking at her. I was immediately jealous of this guy. But he was here with her when I would have been home fucking her crazy. I continued to leer at her. I lost all cognizance of my friends. I was locked in on her. Wow! My cock was thumping in my. And amongst these few, Demure was respected if not necessarily liked and recognised as someone who made a voluble, perhaps even valuable, contribution to the village's debates.Glade was sure she wasn't the only one who recognised that much of Demure's patronage by the elderly and influential in the village was directly related to her intimate activities outside these debates, although Glade was also the only who knew the true extent of Demure's promiscuity amongst men flattered by the. He went down between my legs, took my knob into his mouth and started working his tongue around it while cupping and rolling my balls around in his hand. After a couple of minutes teasing my dickhead and kneading my balls, Herb slowly began to take my entire shaft in his mouth. I grabbed the bottle and snorted two more huge whiffs of the poppers. I held the bottle down by Herbie’s nose and without taking his mouth off my cock, he too, took two big whiffs. The sensation returned, my cock was wet. I squealed and spun around. “Really, Master?” I asked. “Yes, really,” he said. “But as you made me repeat myself, you will be punished when we get back.” “Yes, Master,” I said, my spirits not a bit dampened. I hadn’t been punished in several days and the bruises had faded with the humiliation of the last time. Plus Master was surprising me with a night out. My clothes were laid out on the bed: a tight strappy blouse and a mini skirt, the black lace panties and bra. It was unusual for Master to.