"Okay, but I'm going to sleep, not tell you how it feels to do it," I said."I know how it feels," Mission said giggling.Then next thing I knew, it was...7AM and I had to pee bad. It was all I could do to hold it, while I found the least painful way to get off the make shift sofa bed. I held onto the walls while I found my way to the bathroom. Thank god there was enough ambient light to see Agent Mission on the floor.I was both early, and late enough to begin moving around. That being the case I. “Stop,” I say, to which you were listening and don’t stop. “Very good, master says stop and stand up again,” I say. Again you do as told, I look you up and down, the red of your lipstick blends nicely with the red of the gag. “Master says, take off your panties, slowly.” You slowly, hook your thumbs in your panties, and begin sliding them down, “turn around and do it” I say, to which you start to turn around. You stop, realizing you made a mistake again. “Master says, turn around, bend. Considering she'd had two k**s through her, her body was pretty tight. Great arse. It always looked well fuckable in a g string. She loved me in silk boxers so I always wore them. Her favourites were black its red hearts or the ones with cartoon pigs having sex on. My cock would be bucking away in mŷ jeans during the drive there with the silk of the boxers giving me a perpetual hardon. When I pulled up she would either be in bed waiting or downstairs with her teenage son and daughter. I'd come. She stood there, almost in tears, bared breasts exposed to his view, frozen unless one considered the wavering of her still trembling legs. What would she do? She decided to remove the rest of her clothing. She was proud of her youth, knew she possessed a stunning body and wanted him to see it. Even so, her mouth went dry as she began to peel the lovely dress from her body, and she shivered as the garment brushed her forearm a second before floating away from her body. All the while, her eyes.