He was getting the panel van rented, and the caterer set up at the hall.He was working to make his slave look as good as humanly possible. He left mos...t of it up to Mistress Constance, who he brought in for the final preparations, but still checked in periodically and added his input.The slave had never felt so pampered in her life. She got bathed, massaged, powdered and oiled. Constance gave her a manicure and pedicure, both of which the slave had heard of, but never had. The petite domme spent. Short maybe 5’3”, a bit fat, with specks on her round face and dark complexion. Though she would not be called dashing or stunning, she had an innocence on her face. Her eyes were so beautiful, I really liked her. There was something about her. At first look she reminded me of Neha, the hindi film actress who worked in Kareeb. The thought of SEX never crossed my mind. She was wearing pants and a loose pink top. While she was searching I noticed that a guy came and stood opposite to her and. Her hand snaked down and in a come-hither motion she started teasing my hungry pussy. 'Keep your mouth open slut,' She shouted. Immediately my mouth was open. 'Stick your tongue out.' I stuck my tongue out and she spat, covering my lower jaw. I moaned my thank you and she roughly rubbed the rest of her spit in.'Such a good slut tonight,' She approved, as her fingers found their way into my cunt, causing me to sigh in relief. There was no need anymore to use one and then two fingers as she had. Her hand moved further down and grabbed his hard shaft. A groan of what she guessed exclaimed approval escaped his throat. She started to move her hand up and down along his rod and thought, “I’ve misjudged. Maybe it was shy, but now his true size is shown.”Larissa’s head still rested on his shoulder, so he turned his head to place a tender kiss on her jaw. She moved in and their lips found each other. First light and hesitant but soon the passion swept in and their lips opened up. He rolled.