” She rolled over to let him up and stay curled up on the ground as he picked up his shorts and t-shirt. She watched him pick up her clothes as well..., but he tossed them into the car before coming back to her. “You’re going to ride home like this,” he said, his voice assuming the authority of her dom. “It’s my turn to play, my little bitch. I’ll put a towel on the seat so you don’t leak onto the upholstery. Get up. Like you said, it’s time to get going.” Her eyes grew wide and she grew pale at. I said ‘had’ but I still have them. You are the answer to a prayer.”“Well, my name is Amber. What’s yours?”“Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Roger Moore, and I’m not or any relationship to the actor of the same name, although he was much older and I think he died not too long ago in any case. I’m fortyish, in reasonably good shape, and head my own software company as a majority shareholder. We deal in specialized software systems to support manufacturing operations. The website said you were. Missy surprised me by stopping by and helping me to get ready. A few last minute touch ups to my make up and a check of my purse to make sure I had everything I might possibly need. We agreed to meet at a bar we both knew to be friendly to our sort afterwards. It was cool out and getting cooler so I slipped on my lined raincoat and headed out with a kiss for good luck from Missy. The hotel was a short walk from the apartment so there was no need to hail a cab. I left via the side entrance. Instinctively, the older woman pressed her pelvis up to meet Marsha's fingers. Marsha pushed herself up on her knees and bent down to kiss her way down to Dot's pussy."You're horny today, aren't you sweetie? Marsha looked up from between Dot's legs, "I couldn't wait to get here. After Saturday night, I haven't thought about much except when you went down on me." "It was a fun night wasn't it? But, as I remember it you also had your pretty pussy filled a couple of times, didn't you? Did you fuck.