I scream out, " Oh fuck ya.... please don’t stop!!"You slowly lick and suck on my swollen clit, rubbing the flat of your tongue against it, giving f...rm pressure. You bury your face in my honey pot, drawing out as much honey as you can with your tongue. I'm writhing against your face whimpering and moaning loudly, “Please... Please don't stop." I hear you making noises in the back of your throat as you lose yourself in tongue fucking my pussy.You keep me just at the edge, slowing down and. .. mortgage free, a few friends who I went out with some nights... bingo and other similar exciting functions... so as you can see there was nothing about me that would or should attract a twenty or twenty two year old full blooded male.The slim figure had gone and was replaced with a little more padding... but I'm glad to say not fat... I still had a good figure... just a little more of it and my face had acquired a few more lines than the photo standing on the dresser. I was certainly more. I was excited. I thought about teasing him. So I dropped my pen and lay forward to get it. My boobs were fighting to get out of my tight dress. I saw staring at me and rubbing his pants. Next day I went there wearing low cut tight top and jeans. I wear those purposefully to show him off. He opened the door and smiled at me. He was looking at me like a hungry beast ready to eat its meat (me). I smiled back at him and went in. That day he sat with us in the table. I was showing some math. What makes you happy?’ ‘I don’t know, Sir. No one ever asked me that. Being good as a slave pleases me. Is that what you mean?’ ‘Not quite, but it’ll do as a start. I have to do more thinking, I want you to go to bed. In the morning we’ll discuss your duties ******* I returned to the ‘net, surfing through several of the D/s sites – looking for an understanding of the slave mind set. I didn’t care all that much about what the masters thought, simply because that wasn’t me. But I was trying to.