“Good call kid.”“I’m not a kid, Derrick.”“Latisha, you’re what? Twenty-four?”“Yes.”“Right, you’re a kid.”“Just because you...��re old doesn’t make me a kid, Derrriiicck.”“I’m thirty-two Latisha.”“Right, you’re old.”“Sooo original. You know, for someone so young, your comebacks are terribly lame.”“Actually, what’s lame is you calling me a kid whilst wanting to know what my insides feel like.”I sat up straight from my chair so quickly that I almost hit my sternum onto the damn desk.“What did you just. “Well, look,” I begged. “ I just need to run down to the post office and it won’t take me long. It’s ok for you stay here and work but I didn’t want to leave if you were only going to be a few minutes. “I’ll be awhile but if you need me to leave, I can.” He said and before he could finish I chimed in. “No, no, no.” I said quickly. “You’re fine here. “ I smiled at him and turned to leave, heading towards the carport door and just before I opened it, I yelled out to him. “I’ll be right back!” I. I actually was pretty intimidated when i first saw him. I cant really remember, but i think he was being held in chasity under his panties, but i never actually saw it.I asked if they would tell me who that was, and the “Head”-Mistress of them told be, that he lives with them and is already fully trained.Once they finished their tea time, they told me, that they are very pleased with my performance, since i could manage to maintain my hard on for without touching it for about 10 more. Mat is deliciously shirtless, only allowing himself glances at Abigail’s beautiful body. He knows the taste of that pussy between her legs, how her nipples behind that material strain against his tongue, the way her toes point during an orgasm and the exact pitch of her voice when she’s about to cum.He shakes his head to dislodge the thought, and as he does, catches her grinning at him, the same naughty notions mirrored in her eyes.When the sun is lingering low in the sky, they make their way.