Careful to maintain my composure, I lifted slightly and he shoved that skirt up to the bottom of my panties on my right hip. His hand instantly follow...ed, his fingers tracing out the line of my underwear under the pantyhose. I thought things would end there, but it was only a moment before I felt a finger nail sawing at the tightly stretched crotch of my pantyhose and then, pushing through to gently massage the short, stiff hairs of my snatch through the thin, and wet, material of my panties.. Her long blonde hair makes me sneeze a few times. When we meet again at college, we both act as if nothing has happened.Rosa is a big dark lady who’s done athletics in her younger years. Now she’s 65 and comes to the sauna three times a week. She had me fucking her in her mouth when it was just the two of us. Big black lips around my dick. ‘No my pussy was Frank’s and now that he’s gone it’ll be no one else’s. But my mouth has always just been mine’.Ester massages dicks for a living. Also mine.. " The old man pointed to my chest.Again, on my shirt, was an adhesive paper name tag, and this time itsaid, "World Traveler."I wasn't laughing any more. This old man was good. "Let's say thesewings do as you say, how much?"The old man seemed to size me up some more. He took a long draw on hispipe, exhaled a smoke ring, and finally said, "They run ten thousanddollars. Think of it like this, they're the last airline ticket you'llever need to buy."If he would have set the price at 20 bucks I would. She should be well spent, sexually.I brought her to the closest doorway and locked her arms andlegs into bindings, she was spread eagle blocking the door. Ileft the room and returned with a suitcase and some plastic. Ispread the plastic under her."Mistress Dyvia what is that for?" she questioned.I knew that in her post-orgasmic bliss that she would not havebeen as sexually receptive to my punishments. It would not havebeen erotic to her or for her. "My paint ball gun." Mistress?" she asked.