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</div>Brigitte had been untroubled by her partial nudity in front of a man she had just met, after all she would almost surely be completely naked for him soon.  As she came down from her climax and could properly focus once more, she revealed a brief look of recognition at how intimate and vulnerable of a moment she had just demonstrated for this man.  As if her very soul had been disrobed before him, which was not far from the truth.  Brigitte, was not too unlike her Mistress at least in regards to a sense of privacy as to her true emotions.  She was a woman owned more completely than most wives and revealing the depths of her submission to a stranger was not something she had done before.<br/><br/>It was not exactly embarrassment, after all Brigitte was proud to belong to Mistress, but from what she knew of men he would almost certainly want to experience that sense of ownership for himself.  That was something she could not allow, but showing it to him would only make him covet it all the more.  She sensed Mistress knew all that and despite her anxiety her lips curled upward ever so slightly, it was most likely just another torment she had in store for this man.<br/><br/>None of this gave her any reservations about kissing him as Mistress demanded.  She pressed forward without hesitation, her full red lips pressing against Sterling's even as she cocked her head slightly, parting her lips in invitation to his tongue if he so chose.  Brigitte was a physical being and she enjoyed the contact of kissing, though it had been years since she kissed a man.  But the contrasts between lovers was only beginning for her.   She moaned with pleasure but it had nothing to do with Sterling and everything to do with Mistress' slowed, almost teasing pace of taking her from behind.  Sterling would feel the slow but steady undulation of increased pressure as Mistress slid into her<i>Chaton </i>and decreased pressure as she withdrew.<br/><br/>Then came the hand off, like a baton in a relay race, except there were two batons, one already buried in Brigitte's hot wet pussy.  The other was in Sterling's pants, but not for much longer.  Brigitte didn't stop kissing Sterling but her hands went to his belt.  Brigitte may have been the epitome of grace but her fingers were just a little uncertain as she fumbled slightly with the no longer familiar men's clothing that stood between her and Mistress' desire.  But she worked diligently if not downright enthusiastically at freeing his cock.<br/><br/>Only then did she break the kiss, she didn't look up at him, instead she looked down at the task before her.  Her nostrils flared as she recalled that once familiar scent of male musk.  She had expected to suck his cock at some point most certainly and it was as good a place as any to start.  But Mistress hadn't told her to suck him, she had specifically said swallow.  Brigitte's soft warm hands flattened and enclosed his cock, looking almost as if she were about to pray if it weren't for the lewd addition of Sterling's manhood between her hands.  She took several deep breaths, like a swimmer preparing for an extended dive.<br/><br/>She ignored Sterling, well most of him except his throbbing manhood.  With one more deep breath her lips parted and she impaled her pretty face on his shaft and pressed herself downward.  He filled her mouth easily and was soon pressing into the back of her throat.  She swallowed and pressed, some most unlady like gurgles emerged from her mouth as she devoured him.  The muscles of her back and torso constricted as she gagged once, then a second time before he would feel her soft palette and throat begin to sleeve around his cock.  It wasn't exactly fellatio, it was a demonstration of obedience and ability, but promised so much more.  She didn't stop until her nose pressed into his belly and her lips stretched about his base.  Her back arched once more as she gagged, but she stayed obediently in that position until her Mistress said otherwise, even if it meant she would pass out from lack of air.