"Oops. Sir!," she thought. She knew he didn't like to be called Master, but that's what he was to her. He was her Master. She was just his Slave. She ...eveled in it.For his part, Nigel was at a quandary. What he really wanted to do, truth be known, was just take her to bed and make love to her. Not dominate her, but make love to her. But he knew she needed more. Over the last year, Peggy had confessed all her fantasies to him, including some that were kinkier than anything he, the "all-powerful". I agreed and went into my closet and came out with a nice black lace bustier with straps, black stockings, panties and a pair of black, ankle strap high heels. Once I had them on, I put on a nice two piece skirt and blouse over my outfit and headed down to Walt's place. Being out in public even for a short distance got my juices going. As I knocked on his door Walt answered and i was nicely surprised to see him dressed in a nice long sleeve blouse and short black skirt, black hose and heels and. She reached up with her other hand and started to massage my balls, squeezing them in her hand. I felt my cock twitch and then the first blast of my hot cum shot into my step mother’s hungry mouth. She kept my cock in her mouth and pumped her hand back and forth, milking the cum from my balls. I watched as her throat contracted over and over, swallowing my sweet nectar and filling her belly with my hot cum. She swallowed all my cum and licked and sucked at my cock draining out the last drop.. She was breathing hard and I whispered for her to be silent. I could see her jaw muscles clamp down as she quieted herself as she began pumped her black cock into Susan’s tiny ass. She reached out and grabbed both of Susan’s pig tails and pulled hard as she thrust into her. Susan’s head was being pulled back and I knew it was uncomfortable. Susan’s mouth opened, but before said could say anything I said “Don’t say a fucking word bitch unless I tell you to, you asked for it, and now you’re.