My breath is coming faster and as Mistress pulls herself half out of the hot tub. I am left facing her magnificent black ass. I begin to massage it, w...rking the oil into her skin, gently working my relaxing fingers into the muscles of her lower back, her hips, thighs, and yes, her magnificent ass.I will admit, I loose control and, when I part her ass cheeks, I begin to kiss and lick her perfect dark rosebud. I should wait, this is not supposed to be mine. Mistress is more giving than I deserve. I was still wondering what to do when the faint sounds of my mobile phone intruded my thoughts.I pulled it out of my shoulder bag and answered it."Hello?" Sean? Hi, you're back! I just got the confirmations through! You've played a blinder!" Thanks Cally." I said without much emotion."Hey what's the matter? I thought you'd be out celebrating?" Well, let's just say I've run into a bit of a problem." Everything looks fine to me Sean." A note of concern entered her voice."No, the contracts are. I hoped she was feeling the same things. Comfortable with these sensations, I almost missed it when she continued."Larry, you know how much I like sex," she said quietly.Huh? This came from out of the blue, from left field, from nowhere. My bewilderment must have been obvious, even in the dark. I could almost feel her grinning at my confusion."You must have realized by now, Larry, that I have a much higher sexual appetite than normal. I always have. I have been aware of it since I first learned. . take me in ... Mr. Wilcox?” she asked gaspingly.“I don’t know ... “ he said, breathing hard. “Ain’t got much room.”Marcella’s hand moved to his lap and unzipped his overalls. Floyd fought to keep thetruck on the road as she pulled his erect, heavily veined penis out of his pants andbegan to stroke the throbbing column in the curve of her thumb and fingers.Her hand felt delightful as it glided slowly up and down on his cock. She gripped hisshaft just hard enough, and his leathery foreskin.