Perhaps it is just a matter of puffing? Maybe I will try it and, if I decide it is not for me I will simply never do it again.’That decided, she pic...ed up the pipe and placed the stem to her lips. Thinking back on all the times she had watched her father light his pipe in the comfort of his study she bit down on the stem whilst striking the match head against the striker. Once lit, she placed it over the bowl and sucked in as hard as she could, dimpling her cheeks with the effort, until she. The way I needed it to end...complete exposure and humiliation but by that point, I'd be a different woman. The woman I needed her to turn me into. Finally, at 9:03, the phone rang. I picked it up before it finished the first ring. "Hello?!" I asked way too nervously. My nerves were soothed by my Domina's voice. "Good morning, Freya. This is Athena," she said with a smile in her voice. We had never discussed a code name for her, but I guess she chose one. "Good morning, Domina. I..." I began to. I then brought her down and made her get down on all fours and pulled off my lungi and asked her to suck my huge, hard dick absolutely dry. She was up for it. She went to town. I loved how she used her tongue. I also loved how she kept looking at me for some kind of endorsement like a professional dicksucker. I absolutely loved that and kept making oooo and aaaah sounds to get her going. She was fabulous. What was even more fabulous was that as I came I warned her and she decided she wanted me. “Oh, thanks, Ms. Evans,” I said, my voice strangled. My hardening cock swelled against the gusset of my panties while fresh juices flowed.“We’re going to wear them with these jeans,” said Jasmine, holding up a matching pair to the one slung over my arm.“Oh, my, those look tight,” Ms. Evans said and her eyes flicked down to my crotch. I shifted, my white tennis skirt swirling about my thighs. Her eyes were ... searching. She licked her lips. “Wouldn’t want that at all, would we? Might be ....