As I enter the bedroom I turn on the lamp instead of the bedroom light so I don't wake my soundly sleeping wife. While making my way to the closet I n...otice my wife's pink painted toes peeping out from under the covers. I stop and take it in as my cock starts to stiffen back to where it was before I got out the bed. "FUCK". I think to myself. See having a foot fetish is a gift and a curse. If you don't have it, you don't understand. So now I'm torn between taking my ass to work or worshiping my. " Ohhhhhh shiiiit. I'm not going to be able to paint... your face..." ... because I'm eating you out?" Justin pushed his tongue into her pussy as far as he could make it go."Yaahhh. I mean... shit. No. Because I can't..." Wednesday's hands clutched Justin's head, "...reach." Not entirely true, but let's concede the point and see what we can do about it." Justin laid down on his back on the rug. "Find a position that will work for you."Their audience saw Wednesday's form get off the chair and. “Then bend over my desk and flip up your skirt,” I said. “I want to take you hard from behind. Really get in there deep.”She glanced at the desk. “But... If I do that, won't my face be in...” She trailed off, blushing. “I mean...”“You said for me to decide,” I said. “If you happen to start licking Aleah, well, that's between the two of you. I won't get jealous. I just want to fuck you bent over. And that's the best spot to do it in my room. I'm going to slam into that pussy. Your cute ass is. Is this understood. Master A"Almost, instantaneously, the following text appeared, "Master A. I shall comply. Your Slut Vivien."The rest of my work day was a blur, for I could not keep my mind off of controlling my passionate Superior. Mistress Vivian owned me, but to switch roles and take control was an opportunity I relished and craved.I arrived at my slut's place at 6:30. Fashionably late, for I had to test her. I knew from my own submissive training that anticipation, tease and denial,.