I wondered if she had a master or mistress somewhere who had put her up to this.I wondered if she had a master or mistress somewhere who had put her up to this. She must have noted my attention, because she said quietly, "You may undo me, sir, but not the collar or the mask." Well, that answered my first question, the one I wasn't going to ask aloud. I reached up while her mittens slowly stroked down my back and one at a time removed the silver studs from her shirt and undid the tie. The collar underneath was a thin wide band of black leather. I opened her belt and pants as she stepped out of her shoes. The jacket and shirt fell to the floor, and I pulled her down to the bed, making it easier for me to strip off her pants. Even if she was someone's slave, she wasn't mine. She pushed me over and down onto the bed to show me that fact. "Lie down and relax," she said in a calm voice. She swung one leg over my chest, straddling me facing away. I had a clear and magnificent view of her buttocks before she slowly sat down on my face, obscuring my vision completely. She pulled her legs in tight to block up my hearing, as well. "Lick me," she said. It sounded more like a plea than a command, but it was to be obeyed, and I did, opening my mouth as far as I could and reaching out with my tongue to slide it over her clit and up into the fleshy depths of her pussy. |