“You took too long. No orgasm for you, I'm afraid.” I smiled at his fleeting look of disappointment. “You have a problem with that?” “No, Li...a.” I didn't demand to be called Mistress, or Ma'am. I didn't need a silly title to get him and keep him on his knees. “Good.” I leaned over and kissed his lips. “That's a good boy. Bring your cage over here and let's lock you up so there is no temptation.” He did as I asked and climbed into bed behind me, the cool metal between his legs pressed up against. " Then she bubbled over with mischief and flirtation. "Drunk enough to do it?"Laura leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. "Drunk enough to do anything you want," she whispered.Mavis was wearing a pale green sweater, which buttoned up the front. She began now to unfasten the buttons. Laura watched, feeling more 'intoxicated' every minute when Mavis looked up seductively at her with those smoldering black eyes. Her dark smooth skin became more and more visible as the sweater opened, and. I kept remembering how she smelt, the feel of her soft skin, the feeling of her pussy sliding down my cock and that moment when we came.As usual, we walked the older k**s to school and chatted about irrelevant things. The same for the return journey with just the two youngest k**s. We got to my house and I said that I'd see her later and she gave me a look. "You're not going to invite me in for coffee? I could really use a cup and the k**s could have a good play together." I kind of liked the. Or petulant. That's what my boyfriend called me. Just the sort of accusation that makes a person petulant.I woke alone in his bed. I thought he might be making breakfast, our Saturday morning ritual. The apartment, though, was too quiet. Then I remembered him telling me, the evening before, he had a few hours work to do at his office. After lunch, he'd promised, the weekend was for us. Perhaps the sound of the door closing behind him had woke me. The clock read a bit past twenty minutes after.