What the heck, I thought. XXX Xnxx No sooner than I did, Mistress Leah snapped the other end of the cuffs around my left wrist. “What’s your name?” I asked the girl in the dominatrix costume. I could actually hear her fingers stroking her button and could smell her scent in the air. I could then feel Mistress stroke my cock once more and then I felt the unmistakable feel of a wet pussy engulfing my rock-hard member. I sat down on the sofa and Mistress Leah offered me a glass of wine. As the party wore on, I noticed her slave boy boyfriend was getting increasingly drunk. I decided to drive up to the restaurant even though it was only uptown. After a bit more conversation, I found out that they lived downtown as well, not all that far from myself. I had a car and was heading downtown anyway. “Did you have a good time?” she asked. Joyce was nice enough to help me with the choice of costume.
