You can see that she has her hands behind her. Why do you think that is?” Before I could answer she continued. “She is stroking his cock. That’s...why?””This conversation was going somewhere that I didn’t want to go. “You don’t know that?”“Look at everyone else. You can see clearly that everyone else has their hands where they are visible but not so my husband and your wife. I can tell you, he has his hands under her dress and she is stroking him through his shorts.”Just then Sue pushed her way. "I'm sorry," I said without looking up."Hey," she said tenderly, lifting my head by my chin, "you didn't do anything wrong. Don't be sorry." Not only was she not angry, for which I was relieved, but she was sitting next to me wearing her short robe. (I know. I couldn't help it, OK?) My eyes touched on hers, then looked down again, conveniently affording me a look at her long, bare legs, which led into the darkness only inches away beneath the robe."Okay?" her voice broke in. "It was only an. We spent the next three days at the townhouse.The relationship had changed. After our first night Leah had asked me if I was satisfied with her as a “free” woman. She said wouldn’t mind wearing the collar when we were together if I wanted her that way. I told her I didn’t notice any difference in her. She wanted to know if I saw changes in her? I said no. She said she felt more confidence and liked making her own decisions.I didn’t see her again until that winter. On her Christmas break we went. I knocked. "Come in."i opened the door as i always did, shutting it behind me. when i raised my head up Mistress was standing there in front of me in all her beauty. Beside her was a beautiful Black Woman. They were holding hands.Mistress looked sunning as always in a pair of knee high, heeled boots, red teddy, cut under her huge uncovered breasts so that they were exposed. Mistress wore her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. and that cock swinging between her legs, who could leave that out.