I could not explain what compulsiondrove me to dress up as Grace had instructed me to. I wasn't going tosee her for three weeks. How could she possi...ly know whether I was, orwasn't, wearing women's undergarments? And yet, here I was, carefullydeliberating my choice for the evening, as if dressing for her approval.I selected a black merry-widow with garter straps and a matching sheerblack thong. I attached a pair of black stockings to the garter clips,filled the bra cups with my forms, and. She tells me how wet her pussy is and how I'm going to eat her out good when she is thru with me. She pulls out for a second and admires her work; my ass is gaping wide open. She spits on my ass and I can feel the warm liquid slide into my hole. I moan in ecstasy. She laughs at me and tells me that I'm her slut, then jams the cock in my throat. 'Suck it up bitch' she demands. 'Get all of that ass juice off for me'. I greedy gobble her cock while enjoying the tastes of my ass. She turns me over. She let out a small scream as I rolled them between my saliva-wet fingers.Then she began to gyrate her hips side to side; front to back; up and down; slowly, then a bit faster then back to slow. She was in control. She’d said she’d needed a fuck and she was taking one. I tried to suppress a grunt as she was moving faster.Then the bedside light came on and Julie said, “Can anyone join in or should I just listen and watch and frig myself off?”“Please join us.”“I think I’ll do both,” she said as. I told her it was a warm day so a thong should be enough, I then added “Make it a black one.” She took a step back as I began to roll my chair backwards and closed out the programs on my PC that I had been using. I made way to the bathroom with my skank following close behind. I stopped in front of the sink and gazed at the 40 something guy looking back at me in the mirror, “funny I don’t feel that old,” I thought. While I’m starting my morning bathroom ritual Skank kneels behind me on the cold.