.thank you for being my first XAs Alan knelt, Mistress stood before him. Dressed in sheer nylons and a tight black leather skirt her nipples round and... pert protruding from the top of her tight black corset. Her shaven pussy visible through her tights. ‘Mistress would like you to start at her toes and work your way up.’Alan dutifully bent his head and as his cock ached he began to run his tongue from his mistress’ ankle until he reached her inner thigh. As he showered her with light little licks. She could tell she had absolutely no control in this situation and she couldn't even see me because the cock in her mouth did not allow her to look to the side. With one final deep thrust Barry lifted Wendy into the air. The blowjob stopped and there was only moaning, mixed with crying, shouts from the guys, and me... keeping the camera rolling.At this point Barry let her drop to the ground, and emptied what was left of his cum on her back. He then took his fat finger and pushed it into her. * * *The week before Christmas, back in Los Angeles, I steeled myself as Iopened my post office box. There it was, an envelope from the communityhealth organization I'd gone to anonymously a month after my return fromChicago. After an awkward wait in a nasty lobby full of godforsaken menand women, where I filled out a form using a bogus name with my PO boxas my address, the H.I.V. test itself was mercifully quick: a quickswab of the roof of my mouth, and I was officially in limbo.The past. I was lighting a pair of candles. Mywife came into the kitchen."Smells good Tony," she said smiling.I put down the lighter in my hand and put my hand around her waist. "Onlythe best for my wife." I brought her in for a kiss.After a few seconds, we broke off the kiss. "What's the occasion?" shesaid peering into the pan on the stove."I thought maybe that after a romantic dinner maybe we could maybe.. tryfor a baby?"She stopped smiling. "Tony. You know that I don't want kids anymore. Whydo you.