My mind exploded with wave after wave of pleasure higher then I ever imagined. I tell of day in my life of slavery with my wife and mistress. Leading me to the bedroom, you hitch up your achingly tight leather dress, exposing your wet, glistening snatch as you spread your fuck me boots and piston your cunt at me brazenly. Very, very slowly ride me, up and down. If you want me, you'll have to ask me first.
I noticed a pair of gloves sticking out of her purse, and a long leather coat on her chair.
Where is that woman, I thought. I could feel her eyes on me as I worked, watching, waiting, lurking. At this point I was so crazed between having my face buried in my wife's ass and hearing her moans, I had forgotten about her earlier warning and I reached for my throbbing cock to bring myself some relief. I must admit, it was exciting and arousing being lead like an excited puppy by a woman clad in leather. She didn't want to plan it with me in case she chickened out at the last minute. Undoubtedly the Mistress was a striking and attractive woman. Her clit was rubbing back and forth across my nose, causing it to grow harder.