Mistress Raell brought Drake over to the table, having him sit next to her. She lay a dog bowl in front of him, then joined in the conversations and l...ughing. Drake stared at the food bowl, which was empty, then looked up. Mistress Raell was tearing apart a raw steak, laughing at a joke one of the trainers had said. He looked back down at the bowl, jaw flexing. He had the sense to not to do anything, as he was sure Mistress Raell would beat the ever loving shit out of him. Someone dumped what. The love of his life, Mary-Rose, an attractive brunette from Hertfordshire was everything he wanted in a partner. However something had gone wrong a year proceeding up to the spring of 2010 and the love life...well there was no love life. Carl, a handsome 30 year old with a narrow athletic frame, broad shoulders and a muscular chest had needs, always remained faithful to Mary-Rose, but now he was feeling the strain. There was resentment building not to mention sexual frustration; it had now. She was so wet, and just a little perfumed from the wax job. I licked gently, knowing it's a little tender after she's been waxed. She put her legs up on my shoulders, opening herself to me. I darted my tongue down over her ass and was rewarded with a squeal of delight. I felt her hands on my head, pulling her up to me.As I stood and kissed her I felt her guiding me to her eager slit. She nibbled my ear and said, "I need you inside me and we don't have much time. Dad's making dinner." I didn't. They knew it was to happen again, but this time without the urgency, without that desperate feeling of need. His fingers found her shirt buttons, hers his trouser belt, each moved so they could assist the other in removing items, he became fixated on her breasts, 34`s in a c cup, white as marble, surmounted with nipples that begged for attention, his attention. A black hand contrasted with the white, a grinning black mouth sucked the left then the right, her head back, fingers in his curly.