In her circle of friends om Lush. That means Dirty Old Man, because of the nature of our comments and quips.I had said, “I can close my eyes and jus... feel your spasming pussy gripping my pulsating, spewing cock as I am totally emptying my balls deep inside you. It just FEELS so real to me”.She said, “Hmmm, you need to write that down".And t,en I started remembering some lines I had previously written, where I had said, “Close your eyes...as I'm FINALLY…… unfastening your pants … sliding my. I knew this poor guy had no chance at all…Eventually I went over and sat down on the other side of Ana.After the old man said goodbye, my sensual babe turned to me and asked me if I used to come here often. I smiled, telling her I was away on business and fancied a drink. We shared more drinks, as she started to rub my leg. As she did, her legs parted ever so slightly and I could see for the first time her nicely exposed shaven mound. My cock hardened instantly, as I noticed her pussy lips were. I loved him, but that wasn't enough. I thought he needed to love me and allow me to do what I needed to do and I knew he wasn't going to do that. No real man would. So, in my own logic, I had to go. I had to go do what I needed to. I didn't know if Joe would understand or not – he didn't – but that's what I needed to do. It was a business decision. And I was right. I got what I wanted. I got the husband, the money, the title, the job I wanted. And do you know what else I got? Do you, Miss. By then I was almost panting in excitement and desirous of cumming myself. But Master ordered me not to touch myself. The pain of holding back; the thrill of what was yet to come and cum. My mind was spinning. Oh how I wished my finger could too on my raging burning pussy. I tried closing my legs tight; I tried opening them wide but there was no relief. We arrived to Master’s home. It was small with two wicker rocking chairs on the front patio. Mistress opened.