Then his voice, rich and smooth filled her ears. "In answer to your first question, girl," replied James. "I consider the nude canvass placed before m...e to be most acceptable and very adequate for my purpose. It remains to be discovered if the beauty displayed, is complimented by a willingness to learn and obey, without question, the orders of a Master."At this juncture, James reached out and softly traced the fingers of his right hand down the smooth surface of Becca's flushed left cheek, his. So naturally, the first time I was going over, my dud of a husband offered to drop me off. How was I going to pull that off, I wondered the whole drive over. Turns out, it was a waste of energy, as he didn’t even get out of his car and walk me up, but just leaned over for a kiss and drove off. So I walked in, gathered my nerves, and dropped my jeans, shirt, bra and panties at the door. Four times that week I was over, and each time I willingly gave up my clothes. And each time I was so excited. I wanted to go forever, but even without a time limit, I'd have to stop sooner or later. The thrills of the whole situation made every minute feel so surreal and loving that I knew I'd be loving her a whole lot more in the future; I would still have the gratification be a liability too.So then, the prize definitely outweighed the risk and moral feelings, but we both had to dance around because of that. I let my tongue roam around in Missy's twat relatively freely and got so much of her juice,. Then she took a loaf of bread out of the Hoosier’s bread box and cut six thick slices, and placed them in the still-greasy frying pan, and let them sit for a while, then flipped them.She finally poured the boiling water into the French press, and then dumped out the rest into the sink, and stirred the coffee in. When the toast was done, she took out the plates, put the toast on the plates, and brought them, and three large coffee mugs, over to the table. Then she brought the French press over.