“And, it says right here, 327, lady in black robes. Slave boy fantasy #3. Total fulfillment. And I did that, didn't I, Mistress!?” He grinned down...at the now ravished lady. All she could do is nod and said, “Oh my! Yes, he did.” Dave rolled his eyes and stated “You have the wrong room. We were supposed to be 827, this is 327. And it was Lady in Black Roses. We were supposed to do the Peterson Bachelorette Party. We were hired to fuck the future bride, you moron!” Kevin stared at Dave, then back. The following Friday as always her mum was working late, I would have to drop the daughter to her friends place as I always did. About 6pm she announced she was going to get ready and went upstairs. I heard her music getting turned up and knew she was heading for the shower, from the bottom of the stairs I could see she had left the bathroom door slightly ajar.I climbed the stairs with a sense of both fear and excitement, as I got close I could hear the shower running. I peered between the gap. Collapsing down on me we engage in a passionate kiss, open mouth french kissing, sucking and kissing each others neck. JoAnn starts nibbling on my ear and say;Will you go down on me? Without even saying a word, I guide her onto her back.Getting up on my knees between her legs, I sit up and run my hands all over her body. She is using her arms to pool her huge tits on her chest. I lean down and first kiss her again. Then i slowly kiss down to her neck, lightly biting and sucking her neck. I. Ooops. I really was wobbly. But when I turned around I still managed to notice that the driver was leaning against the wall and my wife was leaning her ass into his crotch. I also noticed his hands on her hips and somehow registered the fact that he did not remove them in response to my noticing. Both of them wore amused expressions. I think my wife even smiled. I've never been able to hold my liquor. Cindy, on the other hand, could drink anyone under the table and our driver had not drunk a.