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Eyes lowered, she suppressed a sigh as her palms glided down along his hot skin to his waist. The feel of his powerful chest, with the muscles underneath rippling and moving as he breathed, made her already sopping pussy ooze even more.With the shirt gone, she knelt, her hands sliding down along his taunt stomach, following the thin trail of soft black hair to his shiny black leather belt and pants. After unbuckling his belt and unfastening his slacks, she slid the zipper down, listening to the hiss as it opened to reveal the coiled mass of her Master’s thick shaft. Hands moving out to either hip, she tugged downward, sliding his tailored Armani pants down to his ankles only to look up again and see her Master’s length bobbing freely just before her face.She had always loved that he didn’t wear underwear, loved the idea that that part of him was never very far from her grasp, from her mouth, or from any part of her that he wished to put it. Looking up into her Master’s eyes, she. I was getting the same treatment as Norm on Cheers after only one visit.That first drink wasn’t going down as smoothly as the ones from the night before, so I thought I’d better put something in my stomach first. I looked behind the bar at my choices and liked them all, so I ordered a Slim Jim, two pickled eggs and bag of red hot pork rinds. Twyla brought over my loot and leaned way over to serve me. I obliged her and took a lingering look down her décolletage as a couple of buttons on her blouse seemed to have accidentally come undone. I handed her a twenty and waved her away in appreciation. The food, ambiance, and especially the company, was much better here than at Chez Henri, I decided.Thankfully, I learned my lesson the evening before and forswore the doubles. Instead, I had a neat little row of three shot glasses lined up in front of me. I was on my second shot when my cell phone rang; the display said it was Mitzi, so I dumped the call into voice mail. I didn’t especially.
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