Phew! I got carried away there. Now, back to what happened. I’m staring at her feisty looking ass with those thick bacon like labia sticking out fro... the middle of the mound.My cock was rock hard and poking into her stomach. She started sucking on my toes; it felt like a blowjob rendering me master of 11 penises. I slowly and carefully proceeded to shave her cunt (the underside only). It felt great to see the skin bounce back hairless with every glide of the razor. Her pussy was wet and looked. Maureen told me that she wanted it now.Both naked from head to toe we start deep french kissingWe embraced hard, locking our mouths together, exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues as I get into position.In what seemed like a seamless movement her legs opened and the head of my cock located the entrance of her wet, hot vaginal opening. It was impossible to stop the momentum, my cock head moving past her initial resistance, and then slowly plunging into the warmth of my goddesses married. Sally used her free hand to guide my cock to her opening and I slid into her warm wetness until my abdomen pressed against her soft rear. I paused, enjoying the feeling of my cock thrust deep inside her. A knock at the door startled us both. "Hello, can you please hurry. People are waiting." Sally stood, my cock slid out of her, and pushing down her dress walked to the door. She opened it slightly. "I'm nearly done," Sally told the clerk, "I'm going to take this sundress, can I wear it home?". Finally, of course, the message itself was wrong: any 'request' from a Mistress to a slave is really an order - the only permitted response was for the slave to confirm that it was in the process of obeying Her.After reflecting on this for more than two days, with the idea of becoming this Mistress's cam plaything growing on him all the time, he began drafting a more appropriate response to Her. First, of course, it had to avoid the previous mistakes, addressing Her correctly as 'Mistress',.