Then, a sound. A car slowly cruising by. I could hear the thumping bass. It got closer, and was about to pass right in front of me. The music got loud...r. The car appeared. A young black man passed by and looked at me. He paused a moment, looked me up and down, sneered, and drove on. My heart was pumping a mile a minute. Mistress PLEASE come back. Silence again. Then, the phone rang. I opened it. Heard laughter on the other end. "You ready yet, bitch?" Mistress asked, in her mocking voice. "Call. She hadn’t, and after she’d looked it over carefully, they’d gotten approval. Indeed, she’d even added her own tweaks to the idea, making into a much bigger production and potential draw than they’d originally dreamed. Which is how Cheryl found herself in this highly pleasurable predicament. She was spread out, facing up, on a padded bench, body held at a 35° angle to the floor. Her legs were lifted out from her body, slightly bent at the knee, and spread nearly to the maximum comfort level of. You are sooooo wet! As your tongue moves further, so does mine and we are licking each other everywhere. You take my cock and put it back in your mouth. I can feel you adjust your head then you grab my ass with both hands and pull me into you and suddenly every bit of my cock in in your mouth and throat. It feels wonderful, but I pull away from you, very reluctantly, but I want, no, need to fuck you. We kiss passionately, my left hand in your hair, and with the other I am guiding my cock into. I called her name softly through the door, and she was startled.“Shhhhhhh.” I whispered as she quickly pulled her hand from under her dress. I entered the room and stood in front of her quietly. I looked in her eyes and calmly unzipped and slid my jeans down to my knees. I know my bulge was pushing my briefs all over the place and her eyes fell upon it. She smiled, but I could see her makeup was running. I knew she was totally embarrassed, because she knew that I had seen her. She started to.