I kiss may way down, making the most of your breasts, biting and tugging hard at your nipples, your scratching my shoulders, making me moan. God, I lo...e it when you scratch me. I lick my way down lower to your pubic area, occasionally biting or kissing. My hands are once again on your perfect arse, kneeding, I kiss just above your slit. You’re soaking I can tell, I peak my tongue out for a quick taste. Your knees go weak, I hook your right leg over my shoulder, my hands now on your legs. I finished the project sooner than I expected, and drove home. When I got there I was surprised to discover my boss' car parked in front of our house. When I got inside it was obvious what was happening in our bed room. My boss had used my diligence at work as an opportunity to seduce my wife. At the age of twenty-five my wife was having sex with her second man.I should have been enraged. Instead I was aroused. Nevertheless, I was unsure of how to respond. I had every right to play the role of. "I've wanted to serve you since you were a teenager, Susan. My Mistress Susan. You don't know how often I've wished you were someone else's daughter, just so I could call you that." I'm not angry, no ... I'm just..." I didn't know what it was I was feeling.My father hadn't known a thing and I'd played a little scene with him last night. I'd made him confess his desires and lick my shoes and he'd never had a clue about the real me. It was my mother all along, wanting to be dominated by her own. Teti was alarmed to discover that the few weeks he had not seen his cousin had shown a gross deterioration of his body. Always a thin man, now he looked like a skeleton, sagging blackness under his eyes, hands trembling, his complexion taking on a sickly, grayish discoloration. ‘Life is too short, Teti.’ He said and kissed him on each cheek in a gesture of affection. ‘I know you mean the best for me, but you have to believe me when I tell you that you are deeply mistaken. I hope that one day.