We made small talk about work and their kids until we reached the restaurant. “You’re a wet kitty.” She smiled and continued lapping at my exposed pussy. The sensations were overwhelming. The feeling was incredible. Master was watching the dildo slide in and out of her while his cock did the same with her mouth. I climbed into the side and shut the door, thankful to escape the humiliation. Master loved it fast and deep, like only I could do it. Do NOT be late.”
I knew what they meant. After Mistress came on the bed with her husband, I was told to back up to her and straddle her face. It was 4 blocks to the corner where we always met and it was evening in spring. I started with slow, rhythmic thrusts that I knew she liked. Master moved in front of his wife with his crotch in her face. This body belongs to us; it’s our toy to play with. She was excited about her new outfit as well.
