On arrival at Marg’s house we found the men with cocks in hand watching a blue movie on the tv.Leaving the men to their wanking Marg and I went upst...airs to get dolled up.I had a skirt and blouse on over my sexy new basque and stocking and watching Marg out of the corner of my eye I could see she was a stunner with firm tits and a good arse just the sort my husband would die for.Once ready we went down stairs, I sat between the men on the settee thinking it would give Marg the choice of who she. So it was that our love making went to a different level with a lot of kissing, cuddling and me bringing Carole to what she said was satisfactory orgasms by my fondling her tits and nipples (which I knew she loved) and playing with her prominent clit which likewise I soon learned how best to stimulate. From my experiences with my different dominatrix I knew just how to use my tongue to maximum effect and Carole would purr with delight as I lapped away while at the same time I would finger-fuck. He pulled his mouth away and pushed me onto my knees in front of him, i gazed into his eyes as i unbuckled his trousers and freed his cock. i licked the shaft from the base to the head swirling it around in my mouth before plunging it into my throat, he took a bottle of poppers from his pocket and held the under my nose forcing me to inhale as he plunged his cock in and out of my welcoming mouth. The poppers sent me over the edge and i fucked my mouth onto his cock, drool and spittle flying. He lifted one foot, milky white even in comparison to the rest of her body, and began to kiss it; moving his tongue between her toes and pressing her sole against his face. He then did the same with the other foot, passionately licking her toes, sole, ankle and heel, before throwing the dead-weight of her leg away from him. She fell dead still half spread-eagle. He ripped off the footless tights hiding the rest of her winter-peach body, and found more black clothing in the form of a tight.