I felt a warm tongue circling my clit. He knew exactly what he was doing, much to my surprise he was a muscular black man. This caught me off guard, n...t because black men don’t eat pussy but because, in my vast experience, they don’t eat other men’s cum. That turned me on, husband too.When he got up on his knees I could see his gift was huge, The platform was now like a slip and slide and he had no trouble pulling me, aggressively, up onto his missile of destruction.I was afraid he was going to. Wearing a whorish looking blond hairpiece, a black vinyl mini with matching top, and red calf length boots, it was clear that Mistress was in charge as she barked out commands to Paul, first to remove the rope from around her neck, and then to attach a set of nipple clamps.?Are you comfy, I know you can’t speak but nod your head if you are? commanded Mistress. When Kathleen failed to respond Mistress tugged on the chain connecting the clamps, the searing pain eliciting both a scream followed by. “Perfect!” I grinned back at her, with my cock now clearly hardening and emerging from the bubbles. Looking back to the bar I could see that Cheryl was wearing a broad smile, having watched the whole scene.I rejoined Cheryl at the bar for a drink and we quickly became reengaged in our conversation. Like Cathy, she was also wearing a short dress, though in Cheryl’s case it was backless and just slightly longer. The conversation flowed and I was enjoying discreetly stroking her back, when I let. Mom:check karke ati hai phir bolti hai beta abhi to vo naha raha hai.Manu:acha aunty jabhi vo phone nahi utha raha tha.Mom: haan tabhi chalo ayega to mein baat karvati hooManu:vese aunty aap kya kar rahe ho Mom: beta hai hi nahi kuch karne ko bore ho rahi hooManu: aunty mein bhi bore ho raha thaItne mein main ajata hoon aur mom ki phir us din baat nahi hui(itna mujhe yaad ata hai ki mom us din phone pe chatting kar rahi thi jab mein naha kar aya)Phir manu ka raat ko mom ko good night ka msg aya.