Or at least, it was our room for the night. As she lay back on the bed, she said, “I’m not a Queen so I don’t have to be restrained.” She smil...d at me and said, “Don’t worry, despite my strength, I won’t kill you when I lose control. Just remember to pat my thigh if you can’t breathe.”It was pretty obvious what I was supposed to do, so I got down between her legs and started nuzzling in. She smelled different than Teen... not bad, just different. Actually, she had a nice odor and taste. It took. I was indeed kneeling. I doubt I could have stood, not in the blackleather knee boots with wicked three-inch heels. They glistened againstblack stockings which whispered up to my thighs where they ended indeep bands of black lace.Suspenders, taut and black, led up past a scandalous pair of whore-redmesh and lace knickers which were tight across my buttocks and rubbingmy cock softly. I began to get hard but suddenly stiffened as I saw thebaby-doll my stockings were attached to.It was black, and. Having enjoyably cleaned my own vaginal secretions from my husband's penis many times I knew instantly that it was not my pussy that recently gripped it or been filled by it. Non-the-less as far as I could tell some vagina had enjoyed a number or all the pleasures that Harry's cock could provide, and very recently.Bile rose immediately in my throat and I prepared to scream accusations of infidelity at my partner, but woman's reason came to the fore and I calmly asked him to explain what he had. " So are you going to be the big sister or the littler sister?" he asked.Meredith blinked."I don't know," she admitted. "We're the same age but I don't know who's older. I'm sure you can fill me in." You've lost me," Brock admitted. "If you don't know the person, I probably don't either." We both know her," Meredith said. "Well, you know her and I've met her several times. She seems nice but I can say without a doubt that I didn't see this one coming." Will you just tell me?" Brock.