Last game. She broke, sank nothing. He shot, missed it all. She stepped up to the table, sank a stripe. Five more followed in quick succession. Howeve..., the final striped ball, the thirteen, refused to give in to gravity and inertia. He picked up his cue, examined the tip, chalked it. He took his position behind the number one, shot, sank it. He barely nudged the cue ball on his next shot. A look of mute challenge appeared on his face, and it turned into a smirk as the white ball rolled into. As you placed the dog collar and leash around my neck you lead me over to the foot stool. i stumbled a bit as you pulled me briskly and it was hard to keep my balance on my 3" black leather heels. you put your opened toe heel on the foot stool and demanded me to "lick it". "yes, mistress" i repled with eagerness (although i tried to hide that from you). you noticed i was enjoying myself too much and abruptly told me to "stop" licking and you pulled your foot away to my dissapointment. You. The torture of my mouth and throat continued; nevertheless, they slowed down and began to swap more frequently, and I guessed that they must be getting close. I was too, despite being ignored. I felt the pressure of a building tidal wave in my clit and I knew that when they finally decided to stop neglecting me, it would only take one single superficial touch to push me over the edge.Eventually they shared a look that indicated an unspoken agreement between them and pushed me onto my bed. Lev. I asked if she’d found her pen, she said no and asked if she should keep looking, I said yes we don’t want to lose it. So she did, she remained there with ass up and the beautiful thong on display for a little longer, before getting up and brushing herself down. Before I could say anything she rushed off upstairs before returning in her usual, more practical work clothes. She laughed and said that was fun wasn’t it?For the remainder of the day there was a lot of sexual tension between us, every.