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Dave sat by patiently even though I had expected him to join in. I asked him "why don't you join in?" He answered "She your lady, I'm just happy to be...here." He really know how to make a lady feel comfortable I thought. I pulled Miki to her feet and asked Dave to help me get her pants off. We stripped her naked and we both ended up on our knees with Miki between us. I buried my tongue in her pubic hair and probed the V of her crotch. Dave kneaded her bum and pulled apart the cheeks to lick her. I was thinking that the silver lining to all this was that at least I would have a sexy visual of Mistress to ease the pain a little, but when she returned it was quite the opposite. She had changed into workout clothes and was wearing baggy sweats, a sleeveless tank top, and kickboxing shoes with her fingerless kickboxing gloves tied together and hung over her shoulders. She had removed her makeup and her hair was pulled back tightly. She looked damn intimidating, but the thing that scared. More

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