Brutaal aars spelletjes van superb lesbiennes

Anita, completely naked, kneeling and prostrating herself before her husband, her face to the floor, her arms stretched out in front of her, her hands offering asian the collar. Don would always ignore her at first, and Anita loved that, being made to wait in that submissive pose, completely still and silent. Often it was her first tranquil moment in days or even weeks, and she was grateful for it, happy to just be aware of her breathing as it began to slow and soften, and of her mind, usually a whirlwind of anxious and angry thoughts, as it gradually settled until the only thing that needed to be done was wait. Maybe that was the best part. Or was it when Don, having learned to judge exactly the right moment, would put his reading aside, lean down to take the collar from her hands, then gently brush her hair away from her neck before enclosing it within the collar, fastening it with a firm click? For Anita that one sound, the smooth, metallic latching of the collar around her neck, was the sound of a door being closed on her entire, frantic daily existence. There was no company to run, no clients to placate, no employees to supervise; there was nothing at all beyond her awareness of the collar, the cool metal encircling her neck. There was no Anita. There was only Precious One. The slave. And no matter how many times Anita played this role, that final moment of transition from CEO to slave-girl never failed to make her nipples harden. The indian rest of the evening would be variations on a theme. Usually at this point Don would clap his hands, the signal for her to sit up in her kneeling position: back straight, hands resting palms up on her thighs and her attention entirely focused on her husband. Anita loved this part because it almost always resulted in her first spanking of the evening. Don would pretend to continue his reading, although they both knew that he was watching her for the slightest sign of inattention, which she was only too happy to provide. A moment’s wavering glance, the slightest turning of the head or hint of restlessness in her posture and he would say, in the calmest of voices, “Down.” Anita would immediately turn in place and resume her earlier prostrate position, her face to the floor and her behind held high in the air, within easy reach. Don would always wait until she was literally quivering with anticipation – usually not a very long wait – before delivering two open-handed swats, flashing one to each cheek. The first two were just warm-ups, they both knew that. I had never worn anything like this in public before. “Thanks. The look of concern returned to her face. “There! She was driving a blue BMW Z4 convertible with the top down and the radio pumping out some good sounds. I whisper in your ear, loud enough for Julie to hear, “Someone hasn’t cum yet.” Did you know that in his mind, you are also Marcy?” “Hiii...” Stephanie said weakly, waving. This means that they will be rather well endowed, and have large and expansive sexual appetites, so please don`t be too shocked by what you might see.” asian Sami and I had to force ourselves to act casual as we hugged and said good-bye. His indian gaze returned from wherever he was. I pulled up my pants, checked if nothing pink was sticking out on my back or hips. Laura came suddenly. "DID THAT GUY CROWBAR AND HIS BUDDIES DO THIS TO YOU?" he asked. He shook his head, shocked. But of all of my bed mates while in service at Lord Woollesey’s manor, I liked Gretchen the cook’s helper the best. She put her flashing finger in front of her crotch and made a wiggling motion. “Go on then,” The gruff guard behind him grunted, pushing him forward. The darkly tanned faces, forearms, and hands of the involuntary nudists contrasted sharply with their pale white bellies and backsides. Once I arrived at her pussy, I found she was flowing with the sweetest female nectar I have ever tasted. Denice squirmed atop me, her silky bush tickling my nose.