I went in, closed her front door and walked through to the kitchen. A glass of red wine was waiting for me on the side and she turned from her hob to ...mile at me. ‘Love the trousers! I must pay you too much.’ She was wearing a pair of dark jeans and a pale blue cotton button down, sleeves rolled up. Her hair was deliciously awry, her eyes sparkling. She lifted a glass to her lips and smiled at me over the rim. ‘I hope you’ve got a nightdress in that bag?’ I got no chance to answer. She. Quickly, i could see Mistress from behind, and she was going to town on someone."Mistress." Baroness spoke."Baroness" Mistress replied without missing a thrust.i said nothing.as we continued closer i could see that Mistress had a black man bent over what looked like a sawhorse and his hands were bound to his thighs with leather straps. he was face down. Mistress was giving it to him good. it became very clear to me what was happening here. Mistress and Baroness had traded fuck toys for the. She raises her head off my shoulder and stares into my eyes, as she backs away from me, and slumps against the car. She gathers her breathe for another minute or so, until she smiles wickedly as she reaches forward and roughly grabs hold of my dick. This movement causes me to step forward without any volition of my own. She looks provocatively at me as she slowly drops to her knees, and with a captivating smile, she licks the head and takes me into her hot wet mouth. She continues to bob up and. “Oh that’s right,” she recalled. “You will begin the night with it on and if you are a good boy I will remove it,” she whispered in my ear, “but for now resume your position.” I could not wait to get the party started but had to go through her ritual. Her phone rang, she went to the door, she then returned; verbally abused me, laughed, and then the role play began. “What one of you guys wants to fuck me first and who wants to fuck his ass?” she said out loud. I heard no reply but did feel my.