" I took my fingerout of her ass and pointed to the floor, "Look what you did to my floor." There were dropsof her pussy juices on the floor between... the couch and the bar. "I am sorry,sir." She lowered her head. "Clean itup. Get down on your knees, and lick it clean." "Lick it….clean…..er…?Do I have to sir? I mean, I could use a cloth or even my dress…..please?" "Quick beforeI get mad and you get a punishment." "Yes, sir." She got down onher knees and lowered her head, then lifted it. We leave a trail of clothes, as we head into the living room. You start to head towards the bedroom, but I shake my head no.I push you towards the lit fireplace, and towards the bearskin rug on the floor. When you see where I am headed you grin, and sit with your legs outspread, your back against the couch, and your huge cock standing upright and ready for me. I say, “Hold on one second, I will be right back.” You groan and start masturbating your hard cock, with sure hard strokes. I bite my. "He groaned. "I'm calling in sick one of these days."She smiled. "Time to go to school."He got up, collected his clothes in the foyer, and got dressed. Marie turned off the TV and the movie. She then picked up her robe and toweled parts of her body dry, but intentionally left her face a sticky cummy mess. She then dropped the robe on the floor, opting to stay naked.He was putting his shoes on. "You know, I'm going to want to kiss you goodbye. Are you sure you want to leave your face like that?". The fabric was thin and exposed my entire back and front and barely covered my perky breasts. I packed the rest of my stuff and laid out my outfit for the morning flight, a loose and comfy grey, pleated skirt that rested a few inches above the knees, an old sweater and a tank top to wear under.The next morning, my husband insisted on driving me to the airport himself instead of having me take an Uber. This wasn't really an issue. My husband dropped me off to the terminal gate but I told him not.