She sipped her whiskey and would glance at the door each time it opened. Her husband had not arrived.After about 20 minutes a man sat down on the bar ...tool next to Abigail. "Buy you a drink pretty Lady?" the man said to her.Abigail glanced at the man. He was large, over six feet and over 250 pounds. He had a vest with no shirt and his arms were covered in tattoos. His breath stank of whiskey and cigarettes. He had about 10 days growth of a beard and Abigail noticed his hands were dirty."No. Under the Gs with an out of town phone number. After the name were some cryptic letters; cvt bl sl 2wk gt-tng. Well, well!I speculated, cvt could stand for Corvette, bl because the guy was one of those hunks with blond hair. sl had me stumped, as did gt-tng. 2wk might stand for 2 weeks, but two weeks of what threw me entirely.Well, that was interesting. It was also depressing if my speculations were right.There was more business to take care of before I left for home. The lovebirds had been. "Your voice is still ringing in my ears, "You're mine, my love. You belong to me," so I pull back the dresses meant for office parties, to find the short, skimpy dress that I bought just to wear for you, the one that remained hidden until now.With trembling fingers, I pull the dress from the hanger and hold it up to me in the mirror. Rolling my eyes at the slit that is almost all the way up to there, I wonder why I dared to buy such a skimpy outfit. Then I take a seat on the bed and lay the. "I could smell the mistress around me but had no idea what she was doing. Her presence got very close, and then I felt her hands behind my head, and she said, "Lick my pussy."I immediately leaned forward and began to lick her slick velvet pussy. Mistress had her pubic her all removed by laser for a Brazilian look, and it was great to lick. I moved my tongue over the tip of her clit and luscious pussy lips, and she started to moan and grind her pussy more and more into my face. Her pussy became.