Someone had claimed a wife, or a slave, she thought for that cry had been filled with true agony.Almost she ran again, but stilled the nervous twitter...of her heart, run, walk, run, walk, that was the way to cover great distances. The cry had been far behind her too, not a near thing at all. It had the muted quality distance gave such sound, she told herself.She walked for a hundred count, and then began to trot, a ground eating pace that would allow her muscles a little rest. She followed the. ’ ‘From the look on your face, all you are reminiscing about, is that hot topless blond chick rubbing herself all over you, ‘Ann answered with a smile. While Taylor’s face turned even redder, Jenny replied jokingly, ‘you dirty bastard, groping that poor defensive woman in front of thousands of on lookers, you should be ashamed!’ ‘No, I…er…I…’ The girls screamed with laughter, enjoying his discomfort. ‘Do you mean to tell us, that this is the first time, a topless girl threw herself at you,. She sighed and reached to her skimpy panties, bending over to pull them down her long, tan shapely legs. Without fanfare she lifted one foot, then the other and I was suddenly staring at my mother's pussy. I felt a little guilty thinking of it as a pussy but what the hell that's what it was. Mom has full, wavy brown hair on top and, as it became apparent, a sparsely thin covering to the entrance of that most intriguing of all places on the female form, the cunt (God, how I love that word).The. "Now, now, my dear, don't be frightened," Max coaxed softly. "We're going to get to know each other very well tonight so we must start out on the right foot. You don't want me to get angry, do you?" He patted his robe where he had placed the envelope. "Come back to the playroom, and I'll explain the rules of our little game."Ann followed meekly, her eyes glued to the envelope he was carrying in his hand. He opened a small door that looked like a wall safe and pressed a button. A thin nylon rope.