I had had a few days off work, and now I was in an indifferent mood. I had gotten used to waking, feeling a pair of Pat’s lips surrounding my cock. We didn’t rush, we fucked regularly, slow and easy, taking our time. Then yesterday, something unusual happened. After breakfast, we were sitting on the deck having coffee. “What?” Pat asked when she caught me staring. I don’t know why, but I blurted out, “Take your dress off!” I didn’t think anything of it. Pat spends a lot of time lounging on the deck weather permitting, with little or no clothes on. It’s private, only Old Norm next door has a view and he istanbul travesti has seen Pat naked many times. I was about to repeat myself, then thought, ‘Rephrase, it sounded like an order.’ As it does in these situations, the thought process failed, “You heard. Take your dress off!” I think Pat detected the nervousness in my voice. She looked at me with piercing eyes. I couldn’t back down now, I modified and reiterated, “Take your fucking dress off!” This time I managed a firm, solid voice. Pat stood and lifted her blue cotton dress over her head. “Satisfied?” she said, a smirk on her face. istanbul travestileri Presumably, because she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. “Is that all, Sir?” Pat said in a sarcastic voice. The “Sir,” was drawn out. I took a drink of my coffee and looked Pat’s naked body up and down. “No,” I said, “Get on the table. Play with your cunt.” I said cunt because it sounded more abrupt, masterful. Pat said nothing. She hitched herself up and sat her bare ass on the table. Her legs were open, and one hand ventured between them. Pat ran a finger up and down her slit. Then she found her clit. travesti istanbul Her fingertip circled and rolled over it. Her eyes closed and she moaned softly. A small amount of liquid seeped from her pussy. Pat opened her eyes, looked at me and said she was ready to be fucked. I had started something that felt good and decided to carry it on while I had a chance. “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready! Not because you are.” I tried to make my voice biting and commanding. The problem was, I was ready. My cock was aching, but I managed to keep my composure, “Did I tell you-you could stop? Slut!” I waited for a reaction from Pat. I had never called her anything like that before. Pat said nothing, she laid back and went to work on her pussy. Rubbing and fingering herself. I stood by the side of the table and released my cock. Pat tried to grab it, but I pulled away.