There was no response from Connor, who had sunk to his knees and was keenly licking her stomach down to her writhing hips. His hands had reached down ...o take hold of her ankles and started to slowly rake his nails up her calves, behind her knees and, gripping one of her knees tightly, raised her leg and rested it on the tiled shower seat. His tongue was now exploring her inner thigh and groin and had been joined by his fingers, which softly parted her bright pink pussy lips to expose her. He climbs between her legs, and meticulously kisses up the inside of her each of her thighs, deliberately stopping short each time. She wants to thrash about with the building frustration she is feeling. The restraints hold her tight. After what feels like an eternity of kisses all over her body, he relents and runs his tongue up her glistening and moist lips. She cries out, a sound almost inhuman. The pleasure jolts through her. Her body lifts from the bed. The frustration she’d been feeling. ‘For future reference, Master,’ Julie said as she leaned on his shoulder. ‘I pre-approve any caper that involves me wearing a hat.’ ‘No one should ever have to justify a big floppy hat, Mistress.’ Troy responded. They walked in silence for a few more minutes, simply enjoying the scenery and each other’s presence. Eventually, Julie spoke. ‘If we hadn’t come here with an agenda, this WOULD have been a nice place for the honeymoon. We’ve been so busy screwing with Helen that the day before we. Over the next few days I kept hinting if she had made up her mind about who she would have sex with. On Friday evening when I got home from work I noticed she hadn't started supper so I figured we were going out to eat. I headed to find her to find where we were going. The house was empty, this isn't like her I thought. I went to get a cold beer and found a note on the fridge. It said " I'm gone to have sex, I'll be home later". I couldn't believe my eyes. I was thinking who could she be with?.