” As she shifted about during their conversation, Kate noticed John kept eyeing her legs. That was all right with her. A little SA wouldn’t hurt h...r career at all. As they finished their drinks, John offered her another. Kate accepted, saying two was her limit. “I’ll check on Cynthia while you mix for us.” She returned from the bedroom a moment later. “She’s fast asleep. I turned off the TV.” “Good.” John handed her the new drink and they returned to the living room. Kate sat and made sure a. "Whose cock is this?" Mi..yours ma'am." I groaned out."Exactly. Now, again." And the pressure of her grip let up."May I please stroke your cock, ma'am?" I begged intently."No." Was her reply. I was getting frustrated, about to visibly protest that this wasn't how the game was played. There are unwritten agreements between the participants and this had me right at the edge of walking out."Stand up sissy." She barked out before I had come to a decision. Reluctantly I stood. She stood beside me. I handed her a blue ‘mini-bullet’ vibrator, and smiled and said “ask”. It took no prompting at all, she knew what to do.Clara was sitting up, enjoying the dick buried inside her and when she was presented with vibrator, she smiled and evil grin. Her face furrowed, and as she continued to grind into her Dom, she flipped on the vibrator, and applied it to her clit. Her face quickly reddened, and she tucked her chin, as she tried to make the feeling last, knowing she was fighting a losing. Her eyes danced away for a moment. ‘Ah, no… there is no Mrs. I’m divorced almost five years now. I’m also 51 years old, if that matters any.’ ‘Do you go around hitting on penniless waitresses?’ I barked a laugh. She had me pegged. ‘I guess I hit on any female that strikes my fancy.’ ‘You score often?’ ‘I don’t keep score of those things, but if pressed I’d have to say I’m batting .300.’ ‘Three out of ten… that’s not bad, especially for your age… unless…’ ‘Unless what?’ ‘You mostly hit on women.