The group included the mayor of the small town. He was a very overweight (350+) single man in his early 70’s. Everyone kind of suspected he was gay,... but no one ever talked about it.Our card sessions were also a chance for everyone to get drunk. We all did, including the mayor who consumed copious amounts of gin. We often did not sit by our spouse. The mayor seemed to want to sit by my wife and directly across from me. When we left, my wife would often kiss him lightly on his big lips. After a. He felt – uncertain, a clear shift in the dynamic bubbling into his head, was he now the supplicant come to judgement ? He threw off the feeling, for now. Composed, he reached around and released the blindfold. Her eyes regarded him and he felt drawn to them as he always was, this time however he was not fearful or hesitant of blankly staring. He simply gazed back with the same open questioning look as she had. A moment lasting a year passed and her expression morphed into the faintest of. " Mistress shoved that huge cock of hers in my mouth, grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth down on her cock while i gagged and struggled to take it all. my hands came up ever so slightly..."DO NOT TOUCH ME BITCH!" Mistress said, as she pulled me even harder onto her cock"You do not touch me until you are told to do so, did you forget bitch?" she removed the cock seemingly waiting for my answer."no M.." she shoved that cock back in my face, and began fucking my throat."Good slut,. It was not the details that excited me, but your willingness to share them with me and thus start on an adventure of exploration like none I have had before. When you told me about learning to give head, and how you had mastered the art not just of not gagging on a throat job, but humming to send a guy over the edge… I was proud. Then you caught me checking out you when you were changing clothes, and you called me a perv. At first I was afraid you would leave, but you seemed to become even.