“So, if we are going to use this for now, how long am I leaving this on for?” “Why do you sound so pessimistic all of a sudden? Fear of reality ...etting in some?” She said. “No, not that, I was just wondering. So, what all does the ‘real way’ entail exactly?” With everything happening right now those two words genuinely terrified me. To me, this was just a horny fantasy to play along with every now and then, but she was sounding quite serious. Her face was deadly serious as well, I was not. “Now await your mistress.” She ordered and without a sound she departed, leaving him standing in uncertain expectation, nude and vulnerable, as a new born baby. From behind him came a sound and he half turned. It was his mistress, voluptuous, in stilettos, sheer black stockings, maroon basque, a black Victorian cameo choker around her neck. In her hand she held a thin rattan cane. Above her stocking tops, her skin was as white as settled snow. Her raven hair was tied up Hepburn style, and her. I held her ass in my hands and Kimmie rolled onto her side and started to masturbate as she watched us, Linda sitting almost upright as she rode me, my cock visibly entering and exiting her tight cunt as I did so. I looked down, and could see her inner lips pulling out each time she raised up, she was so tight.“Oh Linds, he looks so sexy going in and out of you. I never imagined watching people fuck would be so sexy. He’s fucking you, he’s really fucking you. I can even see his penis pulling. "You smell like an angel Sandy," she said softly as I lay on the towel on my stomach. "And you've got a lovely little bottom." Thank you," I smiled and reached into the bedside cabinet for the baby oil, "I suspect that you might have quite an edible little bottom too Vicky."She giggled and stood beside my face as she unfastened her stockings, took off the sexy little suspender belt and eased the tiny g-string down to the floor."As your boss Vicky," I giggled, "I think it my duty to tell you.