She could have changed, but I think she fully understood my fantasy fetish. She was still wearing a black skirt and a white blouse. It was a bit weird...because my fantasy really only existed in the context of the library. She said she had a bottle of Jamesons whisky and would I like one, becase she certainly wanted one. I agreed. While preparing the glasses, she bent to get ice cubes, and I could see again, the outline of her panties over her largish bottom. When she stood up and turned around,. I hadn’t noticed that a woman was standing behind me, waiting also to use the phone. After I hang up, hardly hiding my disappointment, I heard somebody saying “Can’t understand how a girl would say no to you....” I turned and saw the woman for the first time, great body, nice face but oooooooold (at least for me, she was late thirties, early forties). I followed the joke and replied “so can’t I, that’s why I will start looking for another” When I turned around to leave, she seems to have lost. You toss the toy to to me and tell me to get on all fours and put the toy in front of me and proceed to slowly slide it between my lips. "MMMM," you say, "That's it, slave.Nice and slow. All the way down, all the way up." Mistress Venus gets on her knees and slides a finger in her mouth until it's dripping with saliva then slowly works into tight asshole making me moan. You set up the smartphone where it can record all the action and join us. you pull your beautiful cock out and order me to. She moaned as her hands wrapped around his back. He kissed her deeply, tongue parting her small, pouty lips. Her tongue massaged his and she used the tip of her tongue to tickle the roof of his mouth. “Now, on the bed, sitting up,” he ordered. She smirked as her eyes smiled at being told what to do. She sat on the soft bed that was covered with a thick canvas, and reveled in the stiff, rough fabric. He circled the bed, their eyes locked in challenge and desire. He took a bowl of.