But to be honest, I have seen enough of you to know you might enjoy what we show you more than a fountain blast between the legs!” Then I turned to ...isa and said, “If you want my pants down around my ankles, you know how to do it. Show your daughter how it is done.Lisa smiled at her daughter and then when she turned to face me, shot daggers at me. She tugged on my belt a little harder than needed and then unbuttoned me and unzipped me before kneeling in front of me and pulling my khaki shorts. She had too much to drink and it became obvious to me she was not going to climax. At that point all I really cared about was enjoying myself and shooting my load into her wet willing pussy. I rolled her over and she got up on her knees, I slipped my cock into her doggy style and grabbed her tits with both hands. As I pushed in and out of her she became quite vocal. "Oh God that feels good", "Oh ya fuck me Babe". The walls of the apartment were so thin I was sure her daughter and her boyfriend. Compared to the hard ache of the day, this was like a lover's slow embrace. Carl stared down, through the moist mists, watching as the soap rinsed away from him, spiraling down the drain at his feet. Below, beyond steely abdominals, the foggy bathroom air was darkened by the dense blackness of his pubes. The heft of his limp dick, and dark nuts added further depth. Carl ran a hand down over himself, washing some of the errant soap down about his genitals. There was a rich pleasure in touching. “She’s talking now?”“Yes, it’s a privilege she has earned. She could loose it again of course, but somehow I don’t think she will.”“Well, then,” Kat smiled at Bitch, “I’m not your mistress. I just happen to be your master’s girlfriend. Now, would you like to talk about it? Your loss yesterday I mean.”A cloud seemed to wander over her face, a sad reminder that all was not well yet.“If master wishes?” she said.“You may If you want to,” I said.“In that case I’d be happy to, mistress.”Kat didn’t.