I really hoped she noticed. I wanted to grab her and take her clothes off. I wanted to suck her nipples and go down to where I could lick her pussy. H...er pussy made such a display of itself in her tight pants.“Johnny, are you hard for me,” asked Belle.I was shocked. Of course I was hard for her. But, how could I tell her? This was an adult woman. I started to lose some of my rigidity. She put her hand on the front of my shorts and caressed what was left of my hard on. Two seconds later I was. Along the throbbing vein, beneath the hooded cap, down to the very root of his cock, her mouth and tongue tantalized her lover until he exploded. As the salty liquid ran down the back of her throat, the man shouted his sudden release. The woman licked him clean with the tip of her tongue, then sat back to admire her handiwork. Dazed and replete, he was sprawled against the cushions of her blood red couch. He could hardly lift a hand, his climax draining his strength so that he was utterly. She would tell me how good she felt. She would tell me how hard her nipples were getting as she squeezed and pinched them. Caressing herself. Then there would be a long period of silence. A hand would slowly slide down to her waistband. I imagined hearing the bottom being unhooked and hearing the sound a zipper being lowered. I would then hear a slight gasp, as the pressure of her shorts was eased. I could see her lightly running her hand over her red panties. Feeling lower and . The bastard loves to be a dick whore. I dress him in pantyhose and lingerie. He never says no. Today, I spoke to my pet, Charles. He was happy like a she bitch in heat. I chuckled with satisfaction, afterwards grabbed his chin and petted his head. “My Angel fuck, I am pleased you are still obedient. Your stench is quite unpleasant! Have you been astray with another?!?” “No Mistress,” uttered Charles. “When Queen has doubts, something must be done. When something is awry, slave has to be.