When I looked back at Angie, her worried expression had changed to hernormal insatiable curiosity. "You gonna tell me 'bout Becky now?"I pulled back o... the smile that had somehow slipped from my face."Actually, I was thinking of showing her to you."I barely managed to hold back a giggle when her brow furrowed exactly theway her mother's did when she was confused. After giving her shoulder aquick squeeze, I turned towards the end-table nearest me, both to hide mygrin and to open the door I had. And I was fucking determined to cement this relationship so.I put on my icy-steel bitch face and roared at him: "You sissy!Upstairs! Two enemas! Lipstick! Makeup! Wig! Corset! Garters! Six-inchers! Locks! Cuffs! No gag! If you want a biggie, then be ready in20!" I caned his vanishing butt: negative incentive I suppose.I walked through the house, knowing that he would be obedientlypreparing himself for Mistress' indulgence. I smoked a Camel. No, nomore equality per se in our married life.. This toe was just long enough for me to get a slight bob to whenever I was sucking it, and I could put a little more force on it. By chance, I decided to look up. Rosie was leant back, other leg spread, hand on clit. Her other foot was dangling just above my face. I had the most perfect view, and I don't think I can describe it. Imagine for a moment: Before me was this utterly gorgeous, fire-haired, pale-skinned, freckled goddess. She's fully naked, I have an amazing view of her playing with. He lowered his body gently onto mine, I felt his chest hair brush against his collar bone as he placed his lips on mine. ‘Your lips taste so good,’ he said. He then explored my mouth with his tongue. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kissed me passionately. He pulled me on top of him and allowed me to take charge as he undid the clasp on my dress and then slowly pulled down the zipper. The straps of my dress slid down my shoulders and exposed my breasts. He traced his fingers over them.