’ you tell me, ‘new fashion trend?’ I smile and say ‘You couldn’t sleep and so I came over as fast as could. Didn’t want to waste time wi...th clothes.’ You laugh as you let me in through the window. ‘You knew that they would be coming right off anyway, huh?’ We both laugh, but then our eyes meet and the laughter stops. You feel a tingle in the pit of your stomach, the same nervous sensation that came the first time our eyes met and the first time we saw one another. A flush comes over you. You. I kept writing out there that i was a whit male from NY and i was looking for a BBC to suck in public.. i was being cursed at and called all kind of names, but it didn’t stop me….i would even send private messages to guys, and sometimes i didn’t get any response, or a fuck off fag, and every once in a while i’d get a response from someone who actually chatted with me, who would be willing to get of sexting….. seemed most guy were either not from NY or just to scared to meet up for some good. “My wife used to enjoy that, too.” I pulled the nightstand drawer open, moved the boxes of shells there to the side, and felt around for the partial tube of lube that had been there forever. After a time, I finally located it.“Are you healed up back there?” I asked before I started on her. I was out of bed and she was leaning over with her chest on the bed and her butt in the air.“Yes, I can go on the toilet OK now, so everything should be all right there,” she told me. I applied some of the. “I said on your knees! And you call me Mistress, do you understand me?”I was so shocked that I quickly dropped to my knees and crawled the rest of the way to her. “Yes, Mistress,” I said to her, respectfully. I wasn’t feeling very turned on so much as I was confused. But I loved her and wanted to please her.“Now lick my pussy, piggy,” she demanded and spread her legs slightly. She slapped my hand away as I went to tug her g-string aside. “I didn’t say you could touch me with your dirty hands!.