The odd thing about riding a motorcycle is that it means sitting astride something that is vibrating constantly against your crotch. Most of the time Karen was able to ignore this. Concentrating on the road and the traffic was usually her best means of distraction, but this particular morning she had already been horny as hell and in need of Dani's tongue. Plus she'd not really had time to get dressed properly and was actually wearing only her street leathers and boots, which were pretty much skin tight anyway. But the feel of the leather against her skin was an additional aphrodisiac.<br/><br/>The house was a lot cleaner that when she left, and the dishwasher and washing machine were both loaded and running, so clearly Dani had been up and about. Karen smirked, and opened the bedroom door. Danielle was sitting there on the edge of the bed, hands on her thighs and a bright red face that reeked of guilt.<br/><br/>Glancing down,  she saw the house coat crumpled on the floor and bent to pick it up, leather creaking as she did. "You've been busy, my pet," she spoke in her soft husky alto. "You've done all your chores while I was gone, which is very good and probably deserves a reward." She flung the house coat at the chair in front of the vanity unit, and strode to where the one piece of furniture in the bedroom that was hers stood: a three draw filing cabinet of the sort found in government offices. A key that was around her neck unlocked it and she opened the top drawer and pulled out a nice long, thick strap-on. "But if that is the case, why do you look so guilty? Have you been pleasuring yourself while waiting for your owner to come back?"<br/><br/>As she spoke she stepped into the harness and fastened it so the base of the dildo rested firmly on the leather covering her clit. "Face down on the bed now, MILF." The words snapped out like the crack of a whip. Karen climbed on to the bed, still in her dusty bike leathers and straddled Karen's legs. Hands separated the older woman's buttocks, caressing them far more tenderly than her words might lead Danielle to expect, fingers eased the two strands of rope appart, and the dildo slid easily into Dani's cunt, filling it. "Hands on the pillow. You cum when I cum or not at all." She paused and then lowered herself carefully to put her entire weight on her lover. A whisper in her ear: "Your safeword from this morning is still the same: Daytona."<br/><br/>With that she began moving her hips up and down, while her hands moved to grasp Danielle's breasts. The sensation was great, but was actually not the thing that would make her cum. No, that was the feeling of power, the feeling of dominating this horny slut and forcing her to do whatever Karen wanted.<br/><br/>She was so intent on what she was doing, she forgot that she hadn't closed the bedroom door, and didn't hear the front door open.