About 3 days later I had the chance and I took the pictures for her. When I was done I sent them to her by e-mail. Again I didn’t think I would hear... from her again, but she signed on and we chatted again the next day. This time she said that one of her friends was with her and asked if I wanted to chat with her. Before I could reply a line popped up on my screen.“Hi, I’m Kat, Kristy and I loved your pictures”.At first I was a little uncomfortable thinking that a stranger was looking at the. Next was the button and zipper on his fly. She groaned in frustration as the zipper finally released. She reached her hand into his boxers to feel the length of him against her palm. He groaned into her chest as she stroked his hard cock in her hand, feeling him harden even more. She pushed her other hand against his chest and said, ‘I need to taste you, please!’ He stepped back, allowing her off the table and she quickly pushed him into the spot she just vacated. She shimmied his jeans and. It was consuming my thoughts and not allowing me to completely enjoy the pleasure this lesbo was giving me, nor to reach the orgasm my body was dying to have, the concentration on my clit really driving me wild, but wild with frustration, not release.Suddenly the word popped into my head. A word that enhanced even more the position of power I held over this older, cute, lesbian. Yes!! "You mean, 'Yes, Mistress Bree', don't you?!"She looked up at me... startled... her tongue extended towards my. I had decided totell the truth to her. "Can I tell you an amazing story? Promise methat you won't interrupt, or dismiss it as unbelievable. Even I have ahard time believing it, and I went through it."Mrs. Benson screwed her eyes, but nodded her agreement.I took another sip of the juice before starting, "The day that I camehere started out quite different. I was with my best friend, Cameron."Mrs. Benson looked up, confused, but kept quiet."We had been together for several years. We have the same.