Telling Jill she’d be much happier with you than she ever could be with me.”I felt better for saying all this, looking into Chris’s steady blue ...yes as he soaked my anger.His next reaction totally threw me. A measure of the man, used to a life of entitlement and other people fitting in around his needs. He responded to and met my angry denunciation with a grin. A playful, confusing, charismatic grin. Taunting and disarming in equal measure as only one in a thousand can.“Dave, I’m not going to. Taking it in hand, she crawled up onto the end of her bed. (This wasn’t the first time). She enjoyed the position of being on all-fours on the end of her bed, because it put her up just high enough that she could look over her shoulder and view what she was doing to herself in the dresser mirror. Otherwise, she would have to stand to see herself frontally. Which she did too. But there was just something about looking back at herself with her small ass and pussy pointed at the mirror. In this. In a few seconds I forgot my circumstances - hands cuffed behind me while I sat in the chair in drag - and concentrated only on his magnificent cock. I licked it and sucked through the briefs, and then Allie handed Mike the camera."Pull down my briefs, Willow - with your teeth."As Mike filmed the episode I did as he told me. I pulled his briefs down with my teeth. Then, without being told to, I took his huge cock into my mouth."Oh, yeah, be a good cocksucker, Willow! I want this on film. Maybe. I pull back from the kiss slowly, letting my fingers trail down your chest as your hand rests on my shoulder. I feel the gently push of your hand, signaling to me to get on my knees. I obediently drop to my knees in front of you, my hand held high above me as I continue to stroke your chest, slipping my fingers up under your shirt and marveling at the strength I find there."Undress before you go further, slave." Your impatient tone prompts me into swift action. Running my hands down to my.