Mistress Bee, even brought up the subject of some so called men running and organizing their families in such a poor way, that females could do a bett...er job, and that most men are pussies and need a good woman to take control, we all laughed and joked about what it would be like to have a female always in control.Mistress Bee just looked at me, daring me to say something contrary to her statement.But the one thing I've learnt over the years is that she is my Queen and Mistress, and what she. I heard the truck roar to life and knew hubby was about to take us on a road trip. As the truck started moving I realized I was riding backwards. I was facing the rear of the trailer. Judging from the amount of wind across my naked sweat covered body I knew he had left all the windows open and the top half of the rear open (you have to close the bottom portion to secure the trailer for travel). I reasoned that the rear door would conceal the lower portion of my body if hubby were to take us out. She was wearin a pink nighty tat day. I could see 2 big hanging mountains there. So my cock was getting harder. While whipin she could feel my cock hard. I was wearing a lungi tat night. She started rubbing my cock from outside. Still my lap was full of paysam and she then started licking the sweet from my lap which slowly losen my lungi. I did not care and she removed it fully. I could not control anymore. I was becoming vigorous and I was vibrating out of excitement. I pulled her up and. You want... you need this to happen.” “But you don’t. With me it’s a fantasy, but it’s different with you.” She kissed him again as she dropped a hand to his groin. “Is it? Is it different with me?” she asked. “All these years... all these times we’ve... I want to do it too. I want to try it now as well.” Her hand tightened around his erection, and she kissed him once more. “I like the idea of holding another man like this,” she said softly. “Unzipping him; taking out his cock and... “ Her.