“Be honest, though, you want to experience that tongue of his doing something useful for a change, don’t you?” I teased her as I ate near the co...nter, listening to Xiao scream as she came and flooded Miles’s face with her pussy juices.“Oh, absolutely! In my country, a man in his position would have eaten and fucked me already, wife or no! He’s a bossy, whiny, preachy prick, but he has a nice tongue and a decent cock! It’s not right to brag about his bitchy wife and disparage me while denying me. ’ She held his shirt to her face and breathed in his aroma…a mixture of smells, something like tree bark with a hint of motor oil. She thought it was wonderful. She quickly put it on and sat at the table. She picked up her fork and…fork, ‘but he…’ He walked back in the room, empty handed…that shy smile still on his lips, ‘Thought you might like some privacy.’ He joined her at the table and they began to eat in silence. Suddenly she was hit with panic. What should she say? What should she do?. After two days I had a mail from a women..Her name was rashmi (name changed).She had mailed saying I read your stories..I am impressed by them..Was it your real experience??I replied her saying yeah it was my real experience and it happened few months back.I didn’t get any reply from her for few days..Later she replied..Like this we started our talks..Talks went for 20 days and we became close to each other..Then she started to say about herself..She is married and she is not getting satisfied. I lift my hands and place them under your breasts to brace you. I press my thumbnails into your erect nipples. “Th…thank you, Mistress.”I’m pleased that you remembered your manners. I’m still tempted to stop you and deny you the climax you want. But you look so good, with a blush in your cheeks as you bite your lip to keep from crying out.“Ask me.”“May…I…come, Miss…Mistress?”“You didn’t say please.” My tone is mild but very serious.You are panting now and finally get the correct words out. I.