"But I will have you know your father interrupted quite the party in Lexington."She didn't get the gist of what I was saying, but I let it go."I am pa...red with Jenny Freakin' Phipps tomorrow," she wailed. "Jenny Freakin' Phipps."Jenny Phipps' middle name was not Freakin' despite what Bailey might lead you to believe. She was, however, the top-ranked golfer I mentioned earlier.I hastened to mention she'd been paired with Jenny Freakin' Phipps today as well."That turned out OK," I said."But. ...now!" Mistress snapped. By "downstairs" she meant the basement. The house we live in belongs to Mistress; she inherited it from her family. It's old, and parts have been extensively remodeled. The basement, however, has been left mostly untouched. The walls are rough stone and masonry. It is a gloomy, dungeon-like place. Think Silence of the Lambs but without the well, and you're on the right track. There is one tiny window on the far side, towards the front of the house, but it is so small. I bent over to receive it, leaving my pert ass in the air, perfectly positioned as I opened my legs to steady myself knowing that a cock would soon be sliding into my wet cunt.I took Theo’s cock into my mouth, doing my best to give him eye contact, which was not easy. It was thick and hairy, I guess average size and not too ripe. I licked the tip, took it into my mouth and began to go down on it, helped by his thrusts as he held my shoulder and my head.I sensed movement behind me and a hand was. He kissed me with such passion that there was no doubt that he wanted me, and I kissed him back. It was a promising kiss, full of intention and need. Then I was against the glass of the window, thirty floors up, and I wanted his dick in me so bad that I was begging him to fuck me. When our lips parted I looked into his eyes. I touched his face, and felt his hands on my backside, pulling me close. I could have stopped him then, told him no, that it was wrong, but it didn't feel wrong. Not at.