He had black wavy hair, parted on the side. He was buff and about 6 feet tall. I don't think she would have allowed him to get too soft. I could tell ...she was a harsh little Mistress. But not to me. She went over to the cabinet and took out a strap on. She put it on her sweet little body, turned to Roger and the Mistress came out. "Get your ass over there to the chair. Lean up on the back. Spread your legs. I am going to fuck your ass so hard you will cry!" Then she turned to me all demure and. Dirk.’ She indicated the kitchen. ‘Making coffee.’ Kate shrugged. ‘If you like them tall, blonde and hunky I suppose he’s all right.’ ‘Oh, you.’ Rachel lightly punched her friend’s shoulder. ‘Did I gather there’s a brother?’ ‘Yes. Expected shortly.’ ‘No doubt he’s short, wears glasses, a three piece suit, has thinning hair and a cock to match.’ Kate sighed. ‘Jan is nothing like that.’ Dirk popped his head round the door. ‘Oh, God! He heard.’ Kate curled up in embarrassment. ‘He is more. He eased back, changing the angle slightly letting me adjust to the fullness of him. He began a slow rhythm, stirring me to arousal again. He knew from my whimpers that I was enjoying. He grabbed hold of my hair drawing my face upward so our eyes met in the mirror as he took me. I was overpowered by the feeling of being dominated. A submissive position, the feeling of losing control completely to him shook me intensely. I had never seen me taken by a lover as he was inside me, driving his cock. "You’ll have to steady me for the next two," she said. I grabbed her by the hips as she stood in front of me as she picked up each foot in turn, popped the heel off and slid a small pickle into each shoe under the ball of her foot. As each shoe returned to the countertop, I noticed that she leaned back on her heels. She asked, "Do you like the sound of crunching from my shoes?" I nodded yes. "Good, I like the feeling of crunching in my shoes." Marisa added with her mouth set in a firm line..