I kept my hands on his thighs and was sucking his dick.He closed his eyes and had his head up. I stopped sucking and asked him to open his eyes and lo...k down in my eyes. I was sucking with my eyes open and now looking straight into his eyes. It gave a different feeling as we could communicate that both are enjoying, through our eyes.He moved his hands from his waist to my head, holding my hair. He started moving his hips to my thrusts and after few seconds I stopped sucking but just kept my. As I chatted, I took off Annie’s robe and freely fondled her sagging tits which were permanently settled under her wasted freckled arms. Her teats had once been proud I guessed judging by their size and she had three to four inch wide, pale smooth areolae. Surprisingly they did perk up when I rolled and squeezed them, not being too careful. Both bloomers were like a road map of blue veins.I removed her wet nappy, leaving it handy and gazed with lust at her piss covered sparsely grey haired. Her next move shocked me as she undid the left shoulder strap buckle, turned around and lowered her overalls to partially expose her perfect ass in this black thong. My heart was again pounding with excitement.I couldn't believe my eyes as she stood there just sticking her dark tanned butt at me. I had to act fast and asked her to drop the overalls lower so I could see her whole ass. She slowly did this and as she did I got to my knees behind her, inches from her soft ass. I slowly began to run. To be a sub to a Master. And she had virtually hand picked me, or rather Cynthia picked me. But she had lost any semblance of submission to me. I could see that. Now the begging began. She wanted to use her strap-on to fuck me in the ass. I would say no, but she was persistent. At last I had to lay it on the line. I was either her Master or her equal, but I would never be her sub. I did not play that way. I was in power, not under the thumb or rule of anyone. I was clear about that. Then I.