“Does Mistress know how wet I make her good girl?”She shakes her head.“I bet Mistress fears I’ll lead you astray.”She nods, blushing. And su...ks her bottom lip, as I massage the sodden cotton against her engorging clit.Slurping on my sticky finger, her pussy juice explodes on my taste buds. “You’re delicious. I adore forbidden fruit.”The flush spreads to her neck.“Mistress always has two cigarettes, doesn't she?”She nods.“Just enough time. Bathroom, now!”Opening the bathroom door, I hear her. I then had the greatest idea, I turned her on her stomach, and had a great view of her phat ass. Her round globes, looked so plump and delicious, I kissed her ass cheeks and licked each of them, then I spread her ass and got the most beautiful view of a tiny brown pucker hole. I spit in her ass and watch it trial down to her ass hole. I put my finger in her ass and her ass was so tight. She said lick it baby lick my ass, I did not need to be told twice, I ate her like a starving k** in Africa,. She answered and I could see from her expression that the news whatever it was, was not good. I figured it had to be something from the bad guys in Scottsdale. I was right, sort of.I’d only heard her grunting her responses. But she punched the off button and turned to me. She just stared at me for a long moment. I was worried.“Anna?” I said. She was actually beginning to cry.“She’s dead, Andrew. Cecilia Scott died just hours ago,” she said.“Oh my,” I said. “Thar’s awful. I really liked her. She. Perfect for an eighteen year old, first year college freshman. Other than meals with the family, I pretty much hibernated in my own little world inside that room. My hobbies were constructing model airplanes and photography (using my bathroom as a darkroom for developing film). Yes, it was my own secluded little world!I was a regular 'Walter Mitty' when it came to imaging my little world complete with a 'Playboy Center-fold' attending to my every need. Actually, I made that scenario a frequent.