“Now Mr. I’m-so-sure-of-myself, let me tell you how this works,” she said in a throaty whisper, as she gently rolled her hips, caressing my cock...with the lips of her cunt. “First, you will refer to me as Mistress Mary! If you forget, then we stop playing. Understood?” “Yeah!” Reaching back she gave my upper thigh a quick smack. “Wrong answer!” she said as she stopped moving. “Yes Mistress Mary!” I said wiggling my hips to maintain the heavenly friction on my prick. She resumed the slow roll of. ”That was really touching: she thought of our two rooms at River House as ‘home’. We took a taxi to my office car park and we drove the rest of the way in my car. She kept sighing and reaching over to fondle my thigh, which was distracting, but there was no way I was going to stop her doing it!We hauled her baggage up the stairs and she let herself into my room. She entered first, took a deep breath and said the one word. ‘home’, followed by another, ‘heaven’. I put her suitcase down and turned. I bring my hands up to the hem of your dress and start lifting it up. Letting my fingers trace gently over your body as I go. I pull back from kissing you just long enough to pull it over your head. As it drops to the floor, I start kissing your neck and your shoulders, slowly following your bra strap down to your breasts. I lean down and, through the lacy material, blow my warm breath onto your nipple. As I warm it up, a soft moan escapes your lips. Then wetting my finger with my saliva I. Boring work to me, but her designs were unique and quite beautiful. She had owned Stained Life for the five years I had been coming in. Five years and one hundred hairstyles. This morning, I noticed she had run highlights through her straightened hair and pulled it back into a ponytail, cinched with a red ribbon. She had left a finger-thick set of strands on each side of her face. They curled perfectly and flowed to her chin. Though she was bigger than most men, the curls and her smile added a.