" It should. Last time we met, you called me Mistress Blanca and we met at Mistress Stephanie's House. You took my stripes very well."Janet was speech...ess, the next words caught in her throat."Are you still on the line, Miss Davis?" questioned Blanca."Yes," answered Janet."Don't be fearful, I'm not going to discipline you for improper address! I'm calling to fulfill my legal duties to the estate of Erica, my friend and client. So don't be afraid!" Yes, Blanca," answered Janet."Good. I shall. I was disappointed, sensing that she had lost the atmosphere and was backing off. But then she followed up with "I think I need something far more substancial in my mouth". She smiled at Rod, and held his hand "Shall we head upstairs ?" Rod leapt out of his seat, smiling delightedly, and Debbie winked at me and said "perhaps we should join you - I feel a little thirsty myself".We opened the door to our suite and I walked briskly to the CD player which I had already loaded. When I turned round,. But Sue had no problem taking his coaching and eagerly leaned forward over the tank. She rested her arms on the tank ring and put her chin on the padded rim of the basket. She spread her legs as wide as the basket would allow and I entered her from behind. Her pussy was wet, warm and seemed to suck me in. She moaned and bit down on the padding. I started making long, slow stokes in and out of her pussy enjoying every bit of this exquisite moment. I looked up at Jack and he was obviously. If she tells us that she’s OK and that she doesn’t want to talk to him, that will be the end of the matter. Do you have an address?”“I do. Please wait here and I’ll get it.”I went to my office and got my address book. The officer who had been speaking copied down her address and Kathy’s phone number. I looked at their badges and nametags, and committed the names ‘Perez’ and ‘Jackson’ to memory.“Thanks. We’ll check on her.”“It’s Wednesday, so she might be in class at Loyola. You could probably.