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Seconds later a grey figure approached Kathy. In the darkness she could hear the sound of flowing water, metal scraping against rock, a moan of pain or delight, and a concealed chuckle. It smelled of dust, dingy water, and age. When she knelt only a few inches from the beautiful woman, the mistress grabbed the back of her slave's hair and tugged it towards her. The thicker-than-piss shot onto her face and into her mouth where she attempted to swallow as much as possible, and though most did end up on her face and in her hair, she still swallowed a large percentage of the thick, salty liquid. Mature Women In Stockings The sun had just gone down leaving the house in darkness. Kathy again clenched him in her arms, looking into his eyes with pity and sadness. Slowly the tail travelled across the upturned face, then began over the mounds of her breasts. She stood on the well-tread gravel path. Her mistress told her to do something and she did it - at least after she gave her mistress pleasure! * * * A few hours later, Kathy stood next to her bed and her sleeping husband. Mature Women In Stockings When he felt that an orgasm was only seconds away she stopped. Quiet as a cat, Kathy crawled under the blankets over the sleeping male. Every time the housewife came here she felt like eyes were following her every movement! She sensed and felt the eyes upon every curve of her body, painful as a sharp knife. He was bringing his cock up to meet her cunt, and the sloppy sounds echoed about the room. Taking a candle from the tarnished silver holder, Kathy descended into what she considered hell. Mature Women In Stockings |