Ck lurched in my hand.She sat on the couch and ordered me to stand in front of her. “Stepmom, please take off your clothes so I have something to ja...k off to. I’m dying to see your big tits up close. Please.”“No, as part of your punishment, I will deprive you of the pleasure of seeing me Nakked. And don’t think you’re going to make any more tapes of me. From now on, I’ll be sure to keep my drapes drawn when I’m getting Fucked. Now get on with it. Prove your manhood.”Once I got started, I was. There was a small pause before she added, “You will be required to obey a great deal more to earn any reward from me.”“Yes Mistress Mimosa,” I replied, remaining in position.“Raise yourself, hands on your thighs, slave,” Mistress Mimosa commanded.I rose from the prostrated position, moving into a more traditional kneeling position with my hands on my thighs. My eyes were greeted with a spectacular treat. Seated upon a tall, black throne was Mistress Mimosa. I was correct about her black boots. Quietly she waited, enjoying the warmth from the hearth and his caress, while observing the new man in her life. His black hair, sprinkled with gray, gave him a mature presence, hiding the big kid inside. The recently eager, full lips had compressed into a hard line. ‘What is he thinking about?’ ‘Let him think,’ she decided, as her eyes wander over the broad shoulders, down the slightly haired, deeply cleft, chest. His arms, even at rest, appeared powerful and she relished the safety she felt. "I must admit, I love the idea of you coming here to visit me, and would love to have a sex toy for a week or so." Yeah? I would like that too. I think I will be able to make it there in the next few months. Just need to think about logistics." Cool. Didn't think it would be that soon. I can't wait to fuck you, bent over my kitchen table." This was a fantasy that we had both talked about."Me too, but first I want to be on my knees in front of you while I suck your cock. I want to be covered in.