I must have had a big grin on my face when she walked back into the room because she stopped in front of me and asked why I was smiling? "Honesty or ...a pretty little lie?" I replied as she sat down beside me causing me to open my eyes. "Honesty, always because lies are never pretty or little", she says. Laughing at her, "I wasn't about to lie anyway, nor will I ever, consciously." She leans into me and we begin to kiss deeply and passionately. After a few minutes we pull apart breathing a bit. Hello Miss Far, said an amused voice. Who are you? I asked the six-foot-something, muscular and broad-shouldered and ruggedly handsome young Black man who stood there, looking at me like he knew me. You’ve forgotten your old buddy Omar that is so sad, he said with a wry grin. Hot damn, I said, as my heart skipped a beat. The next moment I was giving a heartfelt hug to an old friend I hadn’t seen since the old days at a certain school in Mississauga. Omar Jenkins and I went way back. The. If you aren?t satisfactory in your efforts, I?ll watch the whole goddamn trilogy tonight.? With that she positioned herself in front of me on the couch and pulled my head into her crotch. She must have installed a d-ring underneath one of the cushions because she locked my collar to it and I was stuck at the perfect level to eat her out. This wasn?t too bad of a punishment for me, much more of a reward because Madame Pearl has the most fantastic pussy, besides Mistress Sun, that I have. She hooked the brassiere together and eased it over her head, adjusting the straps on her shoulders and settling the cups in the right position; she walked over to a drawer and took out several pairs of old pantyhose which she stuffed into the cups of the bra to fill them. Next she stepped into the black leather mini and pulled the skirt up her legs and adjusted it around her waist; she left it unzipped until she had donned the white nylon blouse. Again she struggled with the buttons being on.