A lot of the time, he just wanted plain, vanilla sex. That was no longer enough for his sexy brunette wife who wanted to be the Baskin Robbins of the ...ex trade. The past several months had brought out a vastly new Linda, one that was fully in charge of her sexuality. She made good tips at the Lounge, sometimes several hundred dollars a week. As her husband’s debt was now close to being repaid, she was also bringing home a tidy little salary which she was banking. She could now easily have. ” I sat up on my knees, smiling back at him, then said, “Do you want me to leave… Master?”His smirk softened. He reached up and stroked my face. “No, Nika. Please stay.”I immediately moved down, tore open his belt and slacks in a frenzy, yanked his trousers and shorts down his legs, kneeled down, and had him help me shake them off. Then I kneeled up, grabbed his hard, dripping cock, and buried it in my mouth, pulling his ass towards me to get him deeper. I urgently needed this man inside me,. After another beer, I told her I had to leave as 6:00 AM was going to come early. She interrupted and offered me a nightcap--or coffee--at her place which was about 15 minutes away.I did enjoy her company, and I was going to have a cup of coffee once I got home--so I accepted and told her I would follow her to her home. She climbed into a black BMW and waited for me to pull behind her and we left the bar.Once inside her lovely home in a secluded subdivision, I made myself comfortable in a. I was late, very late and I’m never late. I had been partying with friends earlier and had gone under gone hypnosis while at the party just for amusement (I’d never been hypnotized before and gave in to try it). He was supposed to meet me at Studs at 8:00PM that evening, say this “phase” and I’d be less inhibited and we could fulfill a mutual fantasy of going here so that he could fuck my pussyass in a well-light theater in full view while others gathered around watching, jerking-off and have.