I walked over to him, gave him a glass of wine, and kissed him deeply, fondling him through his suit. I told him to go get changed and then to give me... a hand in the kitchen. He came back out in a nice pair of black pants that highlighted his ass and a blue shirt I had bought for him. I walked up to him and unbuttoned another button of his and put him to work. We talked about our days as we cooked. Then Ken arrived, just a little bit past the agreed-on time. I'd changed into a polo shirt and. I look up at her and say, “Thank you mistress.” She just smiles at me as we begin to eat our sandwiches. About half way through the meal I see her grab the remote again. I can’t help but say, “Please mistress no.” “Are you telling me what to do?” she harshly asks me. “No, no mistress, I’m not.” I try and tell her. “Uh-huh.” Is her only response as she turns the vibrator back on. She is going to drive me crazy I think to myself. I am staring at her as she slowly licks her lips so. I'm screwing this beautiful woman on the floor of a motel, and loving every moment of it."Oh God," she says, feeling the first wave of ecstasy building in her body and rose up without defence. My knees press hard against the ground, balancing each thrust, making every movement more full and lasting. Just a little bit more, I think. Just a little bit more and she will be orgasming with me inside of her.I started convulsing, enjoying the thought of ejaculating again into such a daring woman. Her. I can't believe you really said that." "Well, I did." “And what did she say?" Abby said in a hoarse whisper. "Oh, she just looked at me, then looked at my bulge and nodded. "So … you showed it to her?” Abby said after licking her dry lips. “Yeah … I did, Abby.” “What … what did she do?” “She watched me stroke it.” “Was it hard?” “Silly question, Ab, of course it was.” Abby was silent for a while. She was still leaning against the kitchen table. Then she pressed her crotch into the pointed.