I have to leave tomorrow because her husband is due home. I don't know what I'm going to do after that." How come you were in the bar here with the gu...y who slapped you?'"I think he was the judge's butler. I gave him my name when I got there. I guess he followed the taxi when I left. He talked to me when I got out of the cab, trying to get me to go back to the judge's house. He bought me a drink. Can you believe I think he was trying to get me drunk? I called him a name and told him he was worse. She had a well-kept figure, well –groomed skin, fingers, feet, and toes. Her lips had this peculiar way of twitching involuntarily that would generate heat in any sexy male. Her blouses were low-cut and she wore the saree very low, and her dresses usually have a lengthy slit. All in all she is the typical female working partner that any male would dream of. She started to compete with me to finish every job well ahead right from the beginning. I didn’t bother – I finished them all well in time. Got to get back to watering,” he said walking down the steps from the upstairs garage apartment.“Thanks, Ben!”“You’re welcome. Just remember me in your will if there’s a million bucks in there.”She turned back to the trunk sitting in the middle of the small living room.Rhonda fixed herself a glass of wine and only after a couple of sips and contemplating a number of possibilities did she work up the courage to lift the lid.Slowly it opened, raising and then dashing her hopes. What she saw was. The feeling of my hot cum mixed with his saliva being spread around my ass was driving my crazy and I needed fucked. I commanded him to go and grab some lube from the drawer next to the bed. Fetching it like he good slave he promptly returned to me still bent over the table, waiting for him to enter me."Is your cock hard?" I asked looking back at him."Yes Mistress Cheyenne," he replied."Good." "I want you to lube it up and stroke it nice and slow for me." Yes Mistress," he said as he began.