~ ~ ~They were in the taxi and almost back to Maurice’s apartment when Vicky first spoke.“Did John tell you I’m partial to a ladies touch?”"Ye...s, he did and specifically said you should be pleasured that way," Maurice's hand was high inside her thighs and she knew what would happen the moment they were indoors.He opened the door and led her to his bedroom. It had a high ceiling going right up to the apex of the roof. The bed was wide and long, covered in black satin sheets. The curtains were. A wonderful fragrance greeted me as she willing pulled up her knees and spread her legs. "Lick me, Ceann. Drink from my other fountain and make us faint from joy!"I did my best. I had to dry out the forest a bit first; that got her moaning, squirming and bouncing her hips at me. "Now!" she told me. "Get your mouth on me and suck my cunt dry!"I couldn't. The more I sucked and drank, the more sweet woman's syrup flooded out in an attempt to extinguish the forest fire, accompanied by warm releases. She used the tip of her riding crop to lift Nigel’s flaccid cock, as if she was examining something disgusting. Cum dripped from the tip. She may have been disappointed, but she wasn’t angry. She stayed entirely in control. ‘Come with me,’ she said, and must have meant me, as Nigel was still firmly strapped to the cross. I followed her from the room, and into her bedroom. She passed me a box of tissues and I stood in front of the mirror to clean myself up–still stark naked. ‘Well, Nicki. Did. . arrangement.” “Um, sure? I.... Oh Gosh, Jennifer....” She had climbed onto my lap. Thighs straddling mine. Tits at face level. This was getting serious. “First off, in private you will call me mistress.” She was grinding her pussy into my lap. “And you will do as I say without question. In fact, you will be my slave.” I'm not sure if my usual witty repartee would have come back for me at that point, because I didn't have a chance to reply. That's because my face was now between Jennifer's.