It seemed unlikely considering how far fromhis house her shop was. She did seem to have a thing for sissies,getting off on the whole breaking, but it ...eemed even more unlikely thatshe would have been at his house in position too take that sharp of apic in the few minutes he had been wearing panties or that she wouldhave a daily pair of dirty boxers available for him. It almost had to besomeone from the neighbourhood, but who? They all hated his guts.He did have an idea who it might be, but he. I knew at that moment that I could serve Mistress Sun.When Mistress Sun had finished with her session, the man kissed her feet and confirmed his appointment for next week. She opened my closet door and helped me to my feet with a smile on her face. She removed the gag from my mouth and asked if I needed to get out of the straightjacket. I was pretty aroused already and told her that she could let me out whenever she liked. She smiled at this answer and led me into her private study. We. I felt his finger go into my hole, and he fingered me for a while. I guess he did this to wet his finger, because moments later that same finger was pressing at my asshole. It slid in and he slowly finger fucked my asshole, making it lose for what was about to go in there.He got up and lifted my legs, he pulled me closer and my legs were rested against him. He put his cock in my pussy, made it wet, then pressed it slowly on my asshole until the head was in. He began pumping in and out as he’s. It was her, the woman from the shop.“Oh, hi, I didn’t recognize you without the uniform on. Enjoying your day off?” she asked.“Yeah. I’m not sure when the bar opens, what time is it?”“Just after ten.”“Strange, it should be. Maybe the owner is stuck in traffic?”“Maybe. The thing is, I didn’t bring any food with me and I’m kind of hungry. I only have drinks on the boat.”I looked past her at the white boat bobbing on the surface. “Is that yours?”“My late husband’s actually, but I enjoy it when I.