"She lay on her back still on my lap and undid her shorts, pulling them down revealing a thick carpet of lush blonde pussy hair. I could see her labia... lips protruding amidst the hairy bush as she reached down with her fingers, touching herself, pulling them open wide as her fingers disappeared. She pulled her hand out and pushed them into my mouth and I tasted her sweet nectar on my lips and tongue. She raised her legs high, wiggled back on the bench, and pulled my head down between her. Nonetheless, Sasha went about each session with less fear and more enthusiasm, though there were a few occasions where the Mistress thought she would lose her, which was met with many comforting hugs and sweet kisses once Sasha regained consciousness after being out for an uncomfortable long time.One of the more interesting positions that the Mistress favoured was the use of her “smother chair”, a large oaken chair with a semi circle cut out in the middle in order to accommodate the victim’s. The world was slowing back to normal. I was okay. She reached around and straightened my tie, flooding my senses with her fresh clean scent.“Can I ask you a question, Dag?” she said, sitting across from me.“That’s one,” I said. “Do you have another?” She smiled.“Why do you always wear gray suits and white shirts?” she asked. “You have different styles, but they are all gray. All your shirts look the same. You’d look good with a little color on.” This time it was my turn to chuckle. The panic. "Rocket Pop!" "Vanilla Cone!" "Cookies and Cream!" I can't help but smile. The ice cream struck use to be my favorite growing up. I could live off Rocket Pop Popsicles. Something always fascinated me. I would suck on that Popsicle until there was nothing left. Then I'd run to the mirror to see if my lips turned colors from sucking so hard. The ice cream struck must have done its duty because the kids have calmed down and I can hear the music of the ice cream struck start to fade off in the.