She was giving him more pleasure than he had ever imagined. Gone were all inhibitions and he was anxious for more. "Oh, yessssss, Mistress. Finger my ...ussy, pleaaase." If her fingers were just a little longer, she could have reached his spot. She knew exactly what she was doing and she worked his pussy like a pro.She pulled her fingers out of his ass abruptly, causing him to cry out, his moans echoing off the cul-de-sac serenity. "Get on your hands and knees and crawl to the front door. Wait. I licked it off like a dirty whore. I had the taste of his cock in my mouth now and so I licked his helmet. He loved it. I took the head into my mouth and sucked hard. My pussy was really dripping now and I slipped a couple of fingers in there...I was close to cumming. I picked up Curt's shaving mirror off the desk and I watched myself take in more and more of his veiny length. Shaving ??? Come to think of it...he was really smooth down there. He must have shaved his cock and balls sitting at. “Okay, so I think we’ve got this straight, but one more thing: This is going to take some organization, time, and money on our part. I want a commitment from you that you’re going to show up, and that you’re not going to flip on us and try to have us charged with rape.”She mused, then said, “And how do you propose to do that?”He looked at her, then said, “I want three things: a video of you, right now, saying what we’ve just agreed to. I want to take a photo of your driver’s licence so I know. I say you fucking sissy get over here. Get me a beer. Where's my remote? Where's my god damn dinner?I take my belt off and set it beside my recliner. I take my pants and uniform top off. I take my cigars out of my shirt pocket and set them beside me. I hang my pants and shirt over the back of my recliner. I set my shoes beside it. You can smell everything.I am now in just my wife beater tank top. White boxers. White Socks. Although after work none of them are white. The boxers a bit yellow in.