I want to see you when I . . . when . . . oh sweet Jesus when I make love to you. Mandys eyes turned wet and her lip quivered. Oh my god, she was wavi...g her painted fingernailed hands trying to dry her eyes. She went heavy on mascara these days and she knew it might run. Oh, oh were really going to? Oh Greg, oh her last words in a sob, emotion flooding out of her. I looked at that face, that gorgeous face. the close set eyes, deep green, mascara to a cats point, fake lashes, purple red. She continued to toy with Suzanne’s nipples as best she could, but her attention was hopelessly focused on her own sensation now. ‘Oh Suzanne, oh myyyyyyy….unghhhhhhh, yes! Yes! Yes!’ Nicki’s orgasmic grunts were audible in the next room, where Jen and Billy had just finished their own morning lovemaking and were still entwined with one another. ‘I’m so glad those two hooked up,’ Billy said admiringly, looking up at Jen who still had him clamped within her, her pale yellow hair spilling around. Oh yes, I did notice just how incredibly gorgeous Jenny was but this time tried not to be rude by staring! What a beautiful little thing she was. She took the towels, thanked me and as she walked away I watched the beautifully rounded, naked globes of her bottom jiggle in front of me. Oh my!I returned to my own room, climbed between cool sheets, thinking of how beautiful she was, but it didn't take long for me to nod off into a deep sleep.I awoke with a start. Someone was climbing into bed with. There's a couple. But one specific dominant draws out to me. Her name is Amy Woods. Yes, she's a mistress. Did I mention I'm bisexual? She also has a cock, which is especially appealing to me. I contact her, and she replies back immediately.I tell her I'm new to BDSM, and she says she would love to show me the ropes. We arrange to meet at a nearby hotel tomorrow morning just to get to know each other and maybe have a little bit of fun. She won't tell me her real name, just to call her Mistress..