"Yes, Miss Burns," I answered in a girlish squeal and jumped toobey. I minced over to the coffee pot in my three inch heels. Istood there waiting for ...it to brew. Miss Burns crept up behind meand reached underneath my short red miniskirt to massage my cock,which I had obediently tucked down, as Mistress Lisa alwaysinstructed, into my pink frilly sissy panties."You still lust for me, eh Sissy-girl?" she whispered in my ear."Aren't you gonna make your panties wet for your favorite client?"And she. After a glance at A John, who enthusiastically nodded his gracious assent, the eager fingers found the bra hooks and it was soon dropping away. She stood passively if excitedly, as he carefully perused her soft unsupported breasts, her nipples now excitedly erect and receptive, her areolas dark, as tenderly and not a little timidly, he fondled each in turn, she in response closing her eyes in a way that spoke of her enjoyment, of this near strangers touch, and in her husband`s presence, adding. What an arousing vision!I approached her, got behind her, and put my hands into her top to touch her big boobs. She moved her head backwards, and I kissed her neck. I also put my right hand on her amazing pussy and introduced two of my fingers. I fingered her for a couple of minutes and then lift her so she could sit on the kitchen island.I pulled her top since I longed to see her boobs and then made her lie down. I ate her pussy while I continued fingering it. Then, I got on the island and. I grabbed a beer bottle and opened it with the help of an opener. As I took a sip from the beer, I was greeted by a familiar voice.“Care to open a beer for the lady?”“Emily!” I said as I turned around. I was genuinely glad to see her.Emily was wearing a red dress and her high heel shoes, due to which she appeared taller than usual. She had straightened her hair and the red lipsticks appeared to be quite seductive.Emily, noticing the happy tone, remarked, “Someone did miss me.”I opened the beer.