I was in the midst of the most exquisite orgasm, without him ever touching my pussy or clit. He never stopped, he covered my smooth skin with his tong...e, lapping up the chocolate he had drizzled on me. I strained and panted and begged him to stop, but I knew he wouldnt. Only when he was satisfied that he had properly cleaned me, did he back off, leaving me to calm down while my cum puddled at my ass. Oh my God, I panted. Never&hellip, never&hellip, oh God&hellip, please&hellip,. Honey, youre. Much to her consternation, Michael seemed to relish hisnew role as a man that dominates her. Even now, he slept with an armdraped over waist, the arm extended with its hand cupping and squeezingone of her breasts. She could not sleep but by first light had regaineda modicum of composure and self-confidence. It would only be a fewmonths before things were reversed and she would be himself again; incontrol and dominating the relationship. She wriggled out of his embraceand crept off to get. We've already done the rest of your shoes and they're back in your shoe bag in the closet. Sox please."She got those and dropped them with the rest. "Trousers."I balked, she wrestled me to the bed and stripped me of them. Down the chute with them."Oh cute. Boxers with hearts," she said. "Do you have a girlfriend?"I stood my ground. "No, a mother who wants to keep me single." Oh ... good." She tuned her back to me, "Zip please." Just what do you have in mind?" I protested."I want two things .... They were, “slam, bang, thank you ma’m, see you later,” events.I had never gone down on her.I had a semi bright idea and slowly kissed my way down her body. I raised the pitch of my voice and said, “Don’t worry, Inga take care of you.”“You doofus. Inga has a British accent,” Dawn said amid giggles.“Oh, silly me. I feel a little peckish. I think I will just slip down and get a nibble.”I had a much better British accent, (the first sounded more Hungarian than Swedish after I thought about it), so.