"Mistress Tate, is it?" she repeated, amused. "Well, you'd better takeme to your Mistress, Cecilia." Yes, Ms. Anderson," he said, embarrassed. "This w...ay, please."As she followed him into the living room, admiring the wiggle in hisass, she remarked, "That's a pretty bow. Did you tie it yourself?" No, Ms. Anderson," he answered. "Mistress Tate tied it for me." Well, I'm sure you'll be tying your own bows soon enough," she saidlightly as she settled her luscious body into a chair."Yes, Ms.. I had orgasm after orgasm and soft squelching noises fill the room, there was so much love in our sex I didn’t want it to end, but I knew sooner or later it would, I had no control over my body’s reactions and my muscles clamped tight around his cock as I came yet again, this was the one that sent daddy over the top and his cock swelled inside me, then I felt his hot seed filling me. I thought he was done but I was wrong, he remained rock hard and after a short pause he started thrusting into. "There were some catcalls. He shook his head again, and said, "You white girls tricked these boys into stickin' they tongue where it don't belong. Nasty."More laughter; then, David said, "A woman's pussy is cleaner than under your fingernails. Babies have to come out of there, so you know it's gotta be clean." David did not have an M.D., though I thought his reasoning was probably fairly sound."I have to go with James on this," I said. I wasn't much for joining these conversations, but I felt. I could feel his fingers run under the waist band of my briefs with each cycle past my lower back. His firm hands didn't have the sensual touch I expected from a massage ther****t. It felt more like being worked on by a cage fighter. So far, everything was cool though and I'm thinking this is feeling good even though it was easily the roughest massage I've ever had. My muscles were so tight, the knots were almost painful as he worked on them, but it was clear this guy knew what he was doing and.