On second thought, I admit I kind of liked their asses, it was just that at time of my life I was more interested in pussy as the gold ring to reach f...r in all my adventures.Getting back to Mrs. Kennedy, she was one of those women in their late twenties that probably took two showers a day and were always trying on clothes to see what looked good for her disinterested husband. I had seen her husband a few times on the job, and he was always flirting with the whores down in the bad part of town. I’ll wait in the living room.”Heading to the bathroom I removed my drenched shirt and hung it up to dry. As I was drying my hair I heard Heather calling for me. Returning to the bedroom I was delighted and surprised to find her standing in just her underwear also drying her hair.Pulling me towards her, Heather leaned in to kiss me once again. This time her tongue lead the way, delving into my delighted mouth as our wet bodies pressed hard against each other. As we parted Heather smiled and. I thought she was going to hurt me for this but she didn't. She bent down over me and gave me a very nice kiss, swirling her tongue with mine. Then she untied me, and told me what a good slave I had been tonight, and that she hoped she didn't hurt me too bad. I said thank you Mistress, you are the best, I love you Mistress! She told me she loved me too and to go clean up, but first lets have a cigarette. I light up two smokes and handed her one and we sat by the fire laughing at what had just. I had seen her only on those occasions she and Ed would be traveling through the state. They would stop by for a couple of days and then be off. Each time I saw her, she looked a lot older than the previous time, the effects of not only aging but also her lifestyle with Ed.I had been fortunate enough to hook-up with a girl, Emma, I met at college that I simply adored and her family had provided me with what I had been looking for in terms of structure and stability. They took me in like I was.