‘That is part of what I need to speak to your Dame about. We have had some changes at Mount Dog.’‘What sort of changes?’ Shelly asked. Darcy, ...however, didn’t answer her, to her frustration. He just sat and waited for her to make a decision. He had made his request. She was of a mind to chase him off but something stopped her.She already suspected that he was no ordinary male Dog. His speech and manner suggested he was one who expected to be listened to and obeyed. He certainly had the arrogance. She was older, a "mature" lady, with very large natural breasts. When I wrote her to see if she owned any boots she responded that she didn’t but had been considering getting some. This led to a rather extensive email exchange of getting acquainted, and we also chatted quite a bit on google during the day and evening. During this time, we began planning a shopping trip to Woodfield Mall (near where she lived) to find her some boots, my treat of course. At one point during our conversations she. Words can do no justice for my feelings. Then she took the bathing solution and began lathering my cock. I returned her the favour by rubbing the soapy lather all over her breasts and her pussy. She made sure to stroke my cock and squeeze my balls. I winced a little in pain. I made sure to rub enough lather on her clit and she pushed me against the wall as she spread her legs and brought her pussy close to me.She looked like a sex goddess who had set foot on earth.My cock was deep in her pussy. He slipped slowly in beside her. His mouth moved down, lips caressed her stomach, then moved down slowly over the soft hair of her mound. Gently passing hi mouth over her thighs, caressing her ankles. His lips brushed against the thin gold chain. Then down along her arch, brushing softly over her toes. His tongue encircled each one and he drew each, in turn, into his mouth. Her back arched and gentle moans escaped her lips... her legs moved, rubbing gently together. Her hands pressed tight.