It’s the first time I have seen my lover with blond hair, it frames her blue eyes and deep red lips.Before I can speak to puts her finger on my lips.... No talking.She walks forward and pushes me back into the hotel room. We stop in front of the large mirror and she undoes her coat and lets it fall to the floor. My eyes take her all in. She stands in just stockings and suspenders, six inch black heels give her legs a shape and longness that adds to her perfection. Her beautiful breasts, firm. Each one of the tails was braided leather and had a knot at the end. The braiding made the tails course. I don't have to tell you how the knot on the ends felt. Every inch of my cock and balls was whipped raw, making them extremely red and sensitive. Mistress Lynne then placed little metal clips all over my cock and balls. They hurt like hell. She flicked at the clips for a bit causing them to bend and move, pulling the skin with them. Mistress Lynne used a riding crop to remove the clips. I. "I thought those were in New York and New England," he stuck out his tongue as we walked to the restaurant."I still say that you're a Yankee. You say 'soda' instead of 'coke'. That's Yankee talk," I continued teasing him half-seriously, though I was right."Coke is a brand name," Dan retorted as he opened the door for me.I replied with a raspberry,"It's also a Southern term for soda or pop, Yankee." I give up on that issue. I'm not like Uncle Abe. I'd rather kiss a Southern gal than fight with. Shelley, you taste delectable. But you are squirming a bit… I’ve started something and it would be a crime to stop now. Deeper my finger goes and faster my tongue circles. I’m tracing letters and writing words with my tongue. A, B, C… I’m spelling ‘sex’, ‘blowjob’, ‘cumming’, ‘tits’, ‘anal’, ‘cock’… all with great effect… I sense your breathing increase. Your moans encourage me to continue. A bit faster now? Yes!!! I’m pumping and swirling my fingers… now two inside you. My tongue is lapping.