Once at my house I invited him to my room. I closed the curtains and asked him to strip. He kissed on my lips and said “anything you say my love”....He did it slow and steady just enough to make me fuck him. It was so awesome to see him in his underwear. He turned n started to show me his delicious ass. He opened his ass-crack and showed me his asshole which was ready to be fucked. He turned and he was completely naked. I asked him to come closer and we kissed and sucked our tongue. I told him. Her knee high boots had lots of buckles and had about 4 inch heels, allowing her to look me straight in the eye. “Come with me.” Was all she said? I put the last dish in the machine and obeyed. Down in the basement, across the hall from the rooms that made Brian and Tamara’s apartment was my workout room. A cable machine with a seat in one corner, free weights against the outside wall, a bench and a TV so I could do cardio work outs or stay up on whatever I wanted to watch. The wall with. To punish me with? She was smiling. "Come in dear. Join me on the sofa." She went and fixed me a drink. I couldn't stop shaking. "Here we are." She hands me a drink. Manhattans. Her drink. "To us." "To us..Mommy." "Good girl." Frieda smiles and touches my face. I swooned inside. I loved making her happy. My mystery mistress. Her enigmatic smile. "Why, Davia. You're shaking. You must be exited. Or scared. Ha . Ha." I remained silent, sipping my drink. She seemed to be glowing with happiness.. .. Awesome.” Josie said softly. She nearly died from the intensity of the moment, very nearly melting off into the atmosphere. Harry smelt like apples, something else, illicit to her senses and very male, tobacco. Harry unhooked her bra and placed it behind her on the stereo. Josie gasped, forcing herself to not to reach out and cover up. Her pert breasts bounced into view. He cupped them, then ran his hands under them, moulding his palms to her rib cage. Tenderly he turned her body away from.
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