Even the aged scents of last night's pleasure tasted unbelievably sexy."Dirty boy," she purred after my third lap. "Let's get you clean." Don't you ha...ve to pee?" I asked."I did before I awoke you. You go ahead, but don't flush." She climbed into the tub.Soon I followed loving the sight of her glistening, water heated flesh.We used soapy hands to polish the good parts. I had her tits and ass and pussy lips sparkling and she made sure my cock shone bright. It got slimy again within her slippery. ” The word in isolation sounded odd. “Mistress.” Justine actually stopped in mid step and looked at me. “What did you call me?” “Mistress?” Justine smiled. “You know what? I like the sound of that. Yes, ‘Mistress’. That’s good. No one has ever had cause to say that to me before. ‘Yes, Mistress’.” I couldn’t believe that Justine wasn’t raging; here I was masturbating in her bedroom into a pair of her knickers and she was chuckling to herself as she stripped her work clothes off. “Do you want me. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard Ben that you’ll never wantit to stop,” Beth told me short of breath. With that,she grabbed my cock and guided it into her lusciouslittle snatch. It was so slick and smooth, it was likeI was on cloud nine. I nearly came right then and thereit felt so good. My pleasure was truncated abruptly,however, when I met a wall in her pussy(I later learnedit was her hymen). I was only about halfway in, so Ipushed harder and to my surprise there was more. My search took about and hour, I basically googled happy ending a bunch of times called up a number and decided from the sketchy answer and vague answer to my inquiry that I had found the right place.Turns out my instinct was right. I was greeted outside the surprising small"parlor" it was basically a small studio/office space (around 350 sq/ft was my best guess) and looked over suspiciously by an middle aged slender asian women. She then invited me into the somewhat cramped parlor which was.