After Rocky applied a few licks and kisses to the boots of Patricia and myself, I
explained our early arrival.  “My scheduled client tonight was a no-show.  Can you imagine
some male missing a date with me?  He couldn’t get the necessary funds together to pay for
his session.  So, that means you, and Mistress Hump, and I have the entire evening to
ourselves.  Isn’t that wonderful?”

“But, Mistress Fux, I thought you were going to let me go tonight?” Rocky frowned.

“Did I say that?” I questioned.  I summoned Rocky to the bars to restrain his wrists to
the slave belt around his waist.

Patricia and I pushed a large, soft lounge chair into Rocky’s cell, and I said, “I think
you misunderstood me.”

“But...” Rocky began, as I unlocked the cell door.

“Hush up, and kneel down on the floor in front of this chair,” I insisted.  

Rocky mumbled some soft words of discontent, but did as ordered.

“Mistress Hump has decided to give you the opportunity to bring her some intimate
pleasure this evening.  So, consider yourself truly fortunate,” I smiled.

“I told Mistress Hump you’ve read the book “For the Love of Women”, so you should be all
ready for her personal instruction.  You’re such a lucky boy to have Mistress Hump as an
instructor.  I hope you do well for her!”

Rocky looked bewildered, but got to his knees as ordered.  Patricia came from behind the
chair smiling, and looking very lusty.  She was naked from the waist down except for the
black pumps on her feet and the stockings and ribbon garters on her shapely legs.  Her
beige blouse was open so that both full cups of her brassiere projected before her when
she seated herself.

I was busy focusing with my camcorder.  This intimate episode was going to be on video
for us to enjoy later.

Patricia’s hands went immediately to the sides of Rocky’s face so she could look him
right in the eye.  Then her preliminary instructions began.

“I see you’ve shaved as ordered.” Patricia told him.  “That’s nice!  This is how you will
always appear when you kneel to service a woman: neat and clean.  We wouldn’t want anyone
calling you a dirty cunt-lapper, would we?”

Rocky shook his head silently in response.  I knew he did not particularly care to be on
his knees in front of Patricia, even though most other men would probably have appreciated
the honor.  She was a true beauty.

“Mommy’s cute little boy is going to get to suck some pussy,” Patricia taunted.  “How
nice for you!”  Rocky looked desperate, but resigned to his fate.

Patricia’s shapely legs came up and apart, and with knees bent she braced her feet on the
edge of Rocky’s cot.  His head was guided into the close vicinity of her exposed crotch.

“Always start with the inner thighs,” she instructed.  “Kiss gently from top to bottom,
and then up again, always growing slowly closer to the lady’s cunt lips.  Now - you may
begin!  Don’t rush!  I do not want to feel your tongue, at least to start!  That’s it! 
Now, kiss the other thigh.  Slowly.”

In watching closely, I realized Patricia was teaching Rocky the same procedure she often
used on me when we were alone.  The kissing skill was also the same as she sometimes
coaxed out of her husband, Bobby, at home.  No doubt, she would be showing this tape to
her slave/husband sometime very soon to drive Bobby batty with jealousy...