Didn’t take me long to shoot my load in there too.She was done cleaning hubby so she flopped over on her back in her husband’s lap. He and I watch...d as our other biker buddy slipped his hard rod into the messy hole in front of him. She squealed a little since he was pretty thick. Her husband played with her jiggling tits and I stuck my softening pecker in her mouth to get cleaned off too. She thrust her hips into the present vaginal visitor to get her own climax.She was so slick by now that it. Computers were a hobby for him, but he wasn't qualified to run a help desk. Not to mention that he had his own work to do.Most of the issues people called him on were stupid shit, user induced problems that accompany unskilled users where ever they go. The dreaded ID10T error, he called it. But Mae was different. She was pretty computer savvy, and on the few times she did have to call him, it was usually something major that wasn't her fault."Sure," he said with a sigh, "it's not like I'm. "Anything else?" Make sure you put on some makeup. I want to see your lips covered with blood-red lipstick. Richard will enjoy that." Yes, Mistress." And don't forget to put on that black Bettie Page wig. We can't have you looking too butch." Is that all?" Tonight, you're going to find out exactly what it means to be a slave," she said matter-of-factly. "You will obey me, no matter how humiliating the command. I'm going to test your submission and your love for me." I have to go." "Don't be. It wasn’t long though before I saw a familiar head of curly auburn hair come through the entrance doors and enter the food court. Michelle was a few minutes early and was looking around trying to spot me. I waited till she glanced my way before I waved a hand to get her attention. Her face lit up with a nervous smile as she headed my way. She was dressed in a baggie dark blue wool sweater with a loose cowl collar over faded blue jeans. Her tennis shoes looked brand new and practically gleamed.