Is there any chance you'd like to get a drink with me sometime?"I blushed at his invitation, blood rushing to my head and making me feel faint and stu...pid. "Umm, ok," I replied sounding like a bimbo. I gave him my number and asked him to text me later as I waltzed away and finished shopping. I was giddy on the drive home, reflecting on the experience of being chatted up by a cute young guy.A hundred questions ran through my head. How did I feel about this? Did he know I had a secret tucked away. In a way, it was difficult to understand. Why did he not first enjoy them himself? Ah well...with such men of power, one never really knew. Perhaps the fact that they could have virtually anything they wanted, whenever they wanted, made them a little strange. It was best and easiest to accept without question.“Up...”A half minute with hands still raised.“Down... ”“Ouff... ahhh...”“Mmmfff... mmmfff... ”The two sets of naked hindquarters curved deliciously again. Taut, round and provocative. The. Then on to the wonderful juices flowing on her slit. Up and down he goes, when he reaches her clit, in the lasso and already rather swollen, he licks and nibbles at it to her great delight. Her back arches and she cries out as her body shakes letting him know she is having an orgasm.Donald does not stop; he moves his tongue to her vag and presses in as far as he can to lap and lick her honey cavern. He feels Emma still throbbing against him. He keeps going searching for her g-spot with his. I sighed as she sank to her knees. “Do you really need it, slut?” I asked. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and pleading. Hard to resist. “Please, please Master,” she begged. “I really need it so bad!” I love my slut. I know she’s not just saying the words. I can feel the heat coming off of her. The fingers of my left hand were slick with her juices. She needed cock badly. I was happy to give it to her. “Take off my jeans slut,” I said smiling down at her. With the unclasping of the belt,.