It kind of stung. But as Brad's softening cock slipped from my lips, and I swished the remaining semen around in my mouth for a moment, I decided that...it was sweet-a sweet sensation.The relationship was cemented at that point. I was Brad's bitch. I couldn't bear to look him in the eye right then. I got up and went to the bathroom. I'm sure Brad thought I was going to brush my teeth and gargle. But I didn't. Somehow it just seemed right to keep Brad's taste in my mouth as long as possible.For. With a cup of hot coffee in my hand I pressed it against her left tit – watching her nipple get hot and her knowing she better not move I ask ------------- and bitch!!! Sorry Master I could not find my suspender belt ---------- I really looked Master but that’s why I am late.Pushing my hand between her legs grabbing her cunt lips which by now due to my pulling on them had become quite a handful – led her to the table ---- bend over bitch head down arse up I place my cup aside picking up the new. That day I went to college as usual, as I didn’t have any idea about her plans. I was in the class when she called me saying that she is near the bus stop near our village and will be coming soon to Vijayawada and asked me to pick her up. I waited for the class to finish and took my friend’s bike and went to the bus stand. As soon as she got down, she asked me for the clock room. I took her there. She left her luggage there and we came out.She asked me to take her to a hotel. I understood her. Confidently striding into the reception dead on nine, I spied her sitting in an easy chair. Smiling she got up and slowly walked towards me. “Welcome Mr Young,” Shaking my hand she added:” as we are going to be working together today, I think we should be on first name terms. Mine is Yvonne and yours is? “Robert I replied….fascinated. Talk about making the best of one’s assets. Although attractive, she also had what I call a wow factor. She was about 60, standing five four, with a very curvy.