Yvonne had sat down in front of Carl and, crossing her legs slowly and grandly--à la Sharon Stone, flashing to him the fact that there was no coverin...g of any kind under her skirt between Carl and Yvonne's naked pussy--she had begun to relate to him his schedule for the next two days, as she normally did, reading from her tablet PC. Needless to say, Carl could not keep his attention on the facts being relayed to him by the gorgeous woman, as he had been mesmerized by her sexiness.He had been. She also seemed to be wearing black thigh-highs from the brief glimpse I got as we sat down after ordering our drinks. I had decided to wear denim shorts and a t-shirt, so my curves were pretty much on display as well. All in all we must have looked like a very hot couple of girls.From the moment we walked into the bar we attracted a lot of attention from the guys there. I guess the sight of two hot girls set their imaginations on fire. I know a lot of guys fantasise about seeing two girls. But I couldn't stop him, I couldn't deny himanything! My orgasms kept coming one after another! Glorious?So of course we agreed to meet the next day, same time, same place, andthe day after that! I was his, and he agreed then and there to bemine! "But what about your husband?" he asked. "Won't he want a votein this?" I won't deprive him," I said instinctively but categorically. "Thoughafter a while, what he gets and what you get might not be anything likethe same things."My trip to. It didn't hurt exactly, just seemed to turn onall my neurons and remind me to breathe through my nose, relax my throatand let Daddy take what is his: my fuckhole mouth. All I thoughtsafter the sting of his belt were that: "please take my fuckhole mouthDaddy, I accept, I accept...please take it Daddy"...That might have been my last big gag, honestly I don't remember. We gotlost in each other at this moment, becoming sexual creatures making somekind of strange love to each other. I know that.