“Well, I’m not!” she says as she bursts into laughter.As always, I relish the privilege of servicing Mistress and lick and suck as if my life de...pended on it. “You lucky slave, you even got creampie for dessert tonight! Does it taste good?” Again, I nod emphatically and not just to please my Mistress. “Get me all clean, slave.” she says softly as she looks down at me. “Clean it all up like a good little cum slut.” Thirty minutes later, Mistress is bucking wildly and using a vibrator on her. They laughed and it eased the tension and they were soon chatting easily together. They’d met on XHamster and had found similar interests and, after a while, had arranged to meet each other. John had explained to his wife that he was going to a business meeting that night and may be late. He had arrived at the Kings Head a little early. It was a small pub in a small village set about half way between their homes. As he sat there waiting for Geoff to arrive, his stomach had been doing. A United States submarine was ripped from nose to propellers by a single B-suit, using nothing more than their claws. Three fighters were shot from the sky by dart-quick silver blades, fired by shrike catapults. The whole offense staggered as if it had struck a brick wall. And that was only the effect of ten or so of the B-Suits. Dozens more were forming up to attack in a unified pattern.And there was nothing that Merton could do about it.Brash hissed. Snarled. Bellowed.It was a bellow that. ”“You’re right, he didn’t and wouldn’t, and yes he will be ex as soon as I can file the paperwork. Enough about him! My girl friend loaned me the money and said…’go get laid sweetie, it will do you a world of good. She’s right too, it’s been too damn long since a man has paid attention to me, and fucked me like I want to be fucked.”He glanced around once more; I think to make sure no one was eves dropping. “Well this is your lucky weekend baby. My wife is gone for two weeks, and I have a four.