„I'm sure too,“ she answered. The man, released, slumped gasping at her feet. There was no longer much of the look of the warrior about him!„Now...“ rasped Valda, placing one booth firmly on his neck, „would you like to go up again for another taste of my whip... or will you lick my boots and address me as `Mistress´ as I originally ordered?“There wasn't any doubt about the wretch's decision. „M-Mistress... M-Mistress,“ he croaked several times, his tongue then coming out to lick avidly at the. I held the passenger door open for her, and as she slid into the seat. I saw those gorgeous legs bared as her skirt slid up her legs. Busted! I was caught staring at her legs and was embarrassed. She really knew how to work it. I had been dating a couple of secretaries, but nothing in Diana’s league. I kind of wondered why she didn’t have one of her many boyfriends, which I’m sure he had, escort her to this event.The thing that really got me about her short skirt and legs was that they were. Well she was acting crazy so she was going to be crazy. She took both her hands and put hem on this stranger’s ass, forcing his cock into her mouth. Only stopping to lick his balls and kiss the length of his shaft. She sucked him for what felt like 20 minutes until he pulled away. He rolled on top of her and he started fucking her missionary position. She loved the way his cock felt inside of her; it had been way too long. He was kissing her neck and exploring her breasts. His tongue finding. Sally’s parents had a flat in a large detached Victorian villa, one of many in Racecourse Road. The neighbouring property was a bit run down and the large garden had become badly overgrown. It had belonged to an elderly lady who had lived alone for many years before becoming ill about a year ago. Her daughter had suddenly appeared from Glasgow and had moved in to look after the mother. Sally’s mother had met her socially on a few occasions for afternoon tea and perhaps at the shops. Mrs Jean.