Mistress? yes pet.
Sitting at the noisy bar with several of her girlfriends, Laylene’s eyes wandered from the conservation to a table of attractive guys. She could not take her eyes off one as she bit her lip and smiled to herself, mmm he will be perfect. Tom was a well-to-do executive who hung with his college friends at their favorite bar, but he tended to be a bit of an outsider to them. Laylene picked up on this, his demeanor was a bit more gentle. He had a certain sway to the way he moved his ass, almost swishing about. A gentle almost limp-wristed way he picked up his drinks, and his mozzarella sticks with almost dainty bites. As Tom glanced around the bar he noticed Laylene and her eyes were making such contact with his from the bar. Almost trance like as he wandered over to where she was sitting.
Mistress
She patted the bar stool next to her. As he sat down he noticed her oh-so-tight jeans and red crop top. Her perfume was, enthralling as it almost permeated from every pore in her body, swirling around Tom’s head. As he took a deep breath, of the luscious scent entering his body, his mind began to swirl all about. Tom was never ever real good with ladies, awkward n tongue-tied mostly. Giggling she had ordered two margaritas. Tom took a sip and the room swirled all about. Feeling very weak as the room went dark…Tom awoke strapped into a seat. As he tried to focus he saw Laylene driving. Two of the most gorgeous ladies on either side of him, hush-hush you are in good hands my love they all spoke at the same time. He tried to speak but he only mumbled. A cock shaped pacifier had been placed in his mouth. With every suck of it, it oozed a sweet-tasting liquid, clouding his mind, but leaving him to want to suck more and more of the sweet liquid, his tongue swirling around the slit………
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