..MIMII always remind people of - who is she?ROGERShe died. Her name was AprilMIMIIt’s out againSorry about your friendwould you light my candle?ROG...ERWell-MIMIYeah. Ow!ROGEROh, the wax - it’s...MIMIDripping! I like it - between my...ROGERFingers. I figured... Oh, well. Goodnight.MIMINo - I think that I dropped my stashROGERI know I have seen you out and aboutWhen I used to go outYour candle’s outMIMII am illin’...I had it when I walked in the doorIt was pure...Is it on the floor?ROGERThe. ” “Yes Sir - I mean, no Sir. They’ll be no marks.” Joe’s cock was semi-erect as I wrapped my hand around it. Looking up into his face, I sank my mouth over the head, licked around and then slowly lowered down all the way to the base of his shaft, relaxing my throat so that I could take him all in. I sucked as I moved back up and I also fondled and tickled his sac, eliciting a soft groan from him. I looked up again at Joe as I flicked my tongue just under the crown. “Brie, don’t forget. She’d already picked up a few tricks from me. She knelt between my spread legs, using her pinky finger to trace around my thighs and just barely brush my outer lips. I writhed under her touch, trying to press my hips into her hands. Finally she eased my desire, slipping a single finger between my lips. She slid it up and down my slit, coming close to, but not touching, my swollen clit.This slow torture seemed to last forever before she finally began to softly rub my aching pearl. She pressed. She was dressed in her riding jodhpurs and brown boots. Covering her torso was a white blouse with a black string bow at the neck. She had no need for the lace garters or the fancy corset pushing her breasts out to the extreme. She knew who and what she was and so did all her slaves that came to see, where they would worship her before receiving their particular need. She was Mistress Stella, the Mistress of Ivy Towers and she commanded respect. She untied the black string bow around her neck,.