Then she hid her blushing face behind the black folds of her mistress's skirt. Angique laughed and fondly pressed the girl's head into her thigh."Good...girl, Bobbi," she whispered. "Well done." I'll be a mistress too," BB blurted out. Angique looked up and smiled."Of course," she said. The woman's face hardened."Do you doubt it?" she said. "Do you think I can't do it?" Angique leaned back, yielding from the sudden aggression."Of course you can," she muttered. "I'm sure." She took a sip of her. I understand what you’re worried about: you’ll say something about the 747 between his legs, what it’s doing to you, or how you feel about him in a moment of unbridled carnality that you’re afraid will make me feel inadequate, or that I’m losing you to him and the aforementioned jumbo jet. I can only repeat what I said before: I don’t think I can help how I feel about his size. It’s hardwired into the male brain, I’m afraid. For what it’s worth, while you were in the bathroom I told him that. The ladytold us that there would be no way anyone could tell thatI wasn't borna girl when she was done. I could hardly wait."You going to tell mom or dad Kathy?" Not a chance! Hopefully I'll have them before the bill gets here, butI'll worry about that when the time comes. I have enough money to payfor them myself, and I will if they ask me to." You going to change?" I thought I would, just a skirt and blouse with a little makeup, why?" I was wondering if you and I could do something together,. Then she was on my cunt like a madwoman, licking and sucking and lapping. I strained to get free, as my body arched off the table, vibrating and shaking like a Voudon princess until I climaxed, and my energy was released in a full body orgasm. After the sparks and fireworks, I laid still and content.I thought we were done, but we went on to the main course, as Donna nimbly hopped up to a squatting position above my sweaty face. Her labia hung down like burlap, as she commanded me to lick.