" Mistress sighed, lookingdown at the table top. …the whip in my right hand, a leash in my left, I lead him to a lowstock, and secure him in place, ...hen walk behind him, the lights low, the feelof the leather warm and smooth in both hands, the smell of leather, the smellof sweat, the smell of passion, the smell of blood… "What's going on?" Andrew was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, dressedas before, though he had a leather jacket draped over one an arm. He smiledat Mistress. He entered. She licked inside one of the cups and pulled Jessa's face closer."Hold still, Jessa." Jessa still seemed like she was on another planet. She was smiling from ear to ear and breathing slowly while her mother dabbed bits of drying cum from her face.The decadent display I had just witnessed was both shocking and enthralling at the same time. My boner was raging out of control at this point, so I stumbled back to the pool. They were about to explain the rules.The game seemed somewhat complicated at. In fact, the first time we spoke was out front of her house. She actually laid her hand upon my arm and asked me who the grouchy old guy was that lived across the street. I was so numb with excitement, I could hardly make outwhat she was saying. I am sure she thought I was a complete dork the way I mumbled an answer then turned and ran.Mr. Stevens was a long distance trucker and we rarely saw him at all. He was much older then Mrs. Stevens. I think part of the reason he was gone so much was. His smile was warm and open, a man in his forties, handsome to look at, and his body was slim, not muscular, but his manner is what captivated me.He was polite and almost apologetic, and I must admit, I was attracted, as the initial shock of seeing a man so close, nude and especially, seeing his cock so hard and erect, did have an effect on me.I swallowed hard, as I looked with my perifial vision for some others to be around. He must have read my thoughts or seen my eyes movements, 'We are.