Our freinds when they come over comment how clean my house is. Of course I take the credit because I am the Mistress. I still control his smoking and ...rinking and his bed time is 10:30 during work days. He must keep his face shaved everyday. I took away all his credit cards and he no longer has a checking account. In Dec. I rolled the dice again and the date is July 11, 2014 so our contract is coming up for renewal however now it is no longer relevant as he has no choice anymore. I also started. She gave me a quick blow job this morning, but she wasn’t interest in having an orgasm at that time. Maybe she wants to play this evening.She said, “Do you want something to eat. I made a cake for you this afternoon, your favorite kind.”“Thank you mum. A piece of the cake will be great.”She said, “You sit there and I’ll bring it to you.”She returned with two pieces of cake.When the cake was finished she asked, “Can I do anything for you now, more food?”“No, mum, you are too good to me.”We made. He panicked for a moment. Maybe she had stood him up intentionally? But things had been going so well… He called her house phone to check. It rang and rang and rang. Just then, he heard the clicking of heels against the pavement. He looked over his shoulder and saw Gemma walking towards him. She was wearing black high heeled boots, with her dark blue skinny jeans tucked into them, and an olive-green trench coat fastened at the waist, accentuating her hourglass figure. Her dark hair was. They pushed me down and one went between my legs to eat my sweaty cunt. He moaned, cherishing the taste. Another put his cock in my mouth, and another got up next to me and put my hand on his dick. The husband soon got on the other side of me so I could stroke him hard again. The guy between my legs came up and kissed me, then slid his dick in. I was so wet that he didn’t find any resistance. He went deep and started to fuck me slowly, then picked up the pace. I knew he was getting close so it.