”“Haven’t you been watching? I’m beating you left and right!” I said as I was getting to my feet.“Yes, but I figure the only way I’ll wi... at this rate is if I distract you somehow….” Like I said, we both liked to win.Let me take a moment to describe Nichole, as she looked right then. Standing about 5’4 with dirty blond hair, small but perky breasts with small nipples that were just poking through her teal tank top. No bra whatsoever. From the top of her jean shorts I caught the smallest glimmer. After cumming, I stood my older lover up and began stripping her. Now that I'd gotten my first orgasm out of the way, I was far more patient and took the time to nuzzle and kiss each bit of exposed skin as I divested the beautiful 28-year-old of each piece of clothing. And I loved the way her green eyes sizzled as she watched me.I then spun her around to sit on the couch, pulling her hips to the edge and spreading her legs wide. It was my turn to kneel and orally pleasure her. And pleasure her. I was in the kitchen getting a bottle of chilled champagne from the refrigerator. I closed the door. When I turned around Rocky Harte grabbed me and pinned me to the refrigerator; champagne still in my hand. I felt too shocked to fight him off. Rocky looked at me and without any warning, he hitched up my plain navy pencil skirt and and pressed his body into me. He held me up against the refrigerator with one of his strong muscular arms, and with the other, he rubbed his fingers over my. “Safe traveling My slut, call Me when you arrive. I love you.” I looked at the text and a warm rush came over me. I text him back. “I love you too My Master, you are my everything.” I sat for a moment just smiling when a gentleman walked over and asked if he could sit in the sofa across from me. “Of course,” I said smiling. I looked for John’s number on my phone and pressed call. I got up and walked to where there were no people around. “Hello?” “Hi Master John, I giggled.” “Hello slut!.