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Anne. “And then I played her the tapes of your calls from my phone, and of course now we have a one hour tape of last night. We were sitting at a table in the back until you went to the rest room, so we obviously don’t know what’s on it, but I bet it’s good.” “Well, I’ll explain it to her.” “Lot’s of luck. I think you are a little short on evidence, my little cuckold.” “Oh dear, how will I ever face her... Hey, what do you mean, cuckold?” I said. “Oh, silly sissy. I told you I convinced her to get even, not mad. I left her last night with Paul. Remember him? We all went to dinner about six months ago. That’s why I took your car - they needed it to go out to dinner. Paul was one of the guys standing there at the end. I’m surprised you didn’t recognize him. But then, you were a little preoccupied. I’m sure they had fun. Now get up, sissy, and put on a robe. I’ll take you to your house so you can get dressed for work. You’re due back here at 2:00.” When we reached our house, my car was back in the garage, but Joyce’s was gone. I was confused, but glad I wouldn’t have to face Joyce just yet. I figured she must have had an early meeting until I went into the kitchen. On the kitchen counter was a note: Dear Sweetie, I had to leave early and drop Paul by his condo. Please put clean sheets on our bed before you go to work and put the dirty ones in the washing machine. They’re a dirty, sticky mess! And put a couple of bottles of white wine in the fridge too. Thanks, sweetie. Love, Joyce Chapter Four Yesterday afternoon I arrived at Mistress Anne’s at the appointed time, found my list, and proceeded about my maidly duties. I thought about Joyce a lot - was last night just a one-time occurrence to get even? She had never been interested in any type of kinky play - it was hard to imagine she would take this very far. But then what were the two bottles of wine for? Mistress Anne got home about 5:00 and was in a very good, talkative mood. We finished dinner and went into the den. Mistress Anne sat down and said, “You’ve got some more work to do – strip down to your bra and hose and get your head under my dress.” I knew what that meant – I was now going to spend a significant amount of time orally servicing her cavernous cunt. Last night was no exception. After at least twenty minutes of kneeling between her legs while she pushed my head into her cunt (resulting in two orgasms for her), she said, “On the floor, sissy.” I lay down on my back and watch her dripping, hairy cunt descend on my face. She was facing my feet so she could bury my nose in her cunt while I licked her clit. With her quite ample thighs gripping my face and her cunt spread across my nose, she started grinding her cunt down on me relentlessly. After another 15 minutes and two orgasms, she finally relented. My face was raw - I knew I would look wind burned for several days. Mistress Anne then slid forward, positioning her |
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