. Sometimes I would swirl my fingers over the crown of his helmet - until eventually I was rewarded with a stringy trace of precum - silvery and shini...g - it sat on top of his oiled skin and formed a string as I lifted it upwards. 'Are you enjoying my services, Sir ? I said as I continued to play with the precum on the very tip of his erectionIt was hard to deny at this point 'Mmyes' , he mumbled in a husky whisper, and glanced at Mistress, who was now leaning in, watching her sissy ministering. Realizing how she must have searched to find this, and when he opens it and sees that it is an autographed copy his heart flips. His kisses of passion in return are deep and heart-filled.The book falls between them as they do, but he recovers it quickly and puts it out of harm's way as they begin to grope at each other with unheralded need to provide each other with the most possible pleasure right now.Starting with kisses of passionate lust, as their fingers explore each other, finding as. He slid my panties to the side and started to run his tongue over my ass. I could feel his hot tongue licking at my asshole through the pantyhose. He ripped a little hole in my hose so he could bury his tongue deep in me. I reached back and pressed his head in between my ass cheeks as my moans told him how much I enjoyed his work.He stood up and slipped a finger in my asshole than another. I could hear him fumbling with his belt and pants with the other hand. With his pants now at his. She did not turn or acknowledge him. He came around the side of the chair, where she could not help but catch him in her peripheral vision. Still there was no reaction. She was staring straight ahead, a vacant look on her face. She seemed totally absorbed by the flickering image of a red bouncing ball on the computer screen. Sharon Weston was indeed naked, he now saw. At only 5’2′ and about a hundred ten pounds, she was the most beautiful white lady Louis had ever seen. She had delicate facial.