“You don’t want to look at?” She asked. “I trust you.” I said as I put it away. “I trust the last one was acceptable?” She gave me a k...nd of dreamy look and nodded yes. I played it so cool that day but inside I was screaming! When I got home I rushed up to my room and carefully extracted the lovely gift inside, this time it was a short, emerald green nightie with wide heavy straps, fine black stitches on the edges, what I really liked was the bottom. It ended in a pleated little end that. I had a great time, a seemingly straight dominant. I loved it, and have for a lifetime. Years ago my now ex-wife and I had a ménage a trois, a threesome. She was the bait and we found a young stud to join us. We had him tested, the concern at the time being AIDS. A sweet young fellow. She shaved him smooth. We were both always shaved. I have always loved shaved genitalia. She was enjoying prepping this new younger boy cock, the original intent being this was two cocks for her. She wanted her. Pooja get control when she open her eye she find waiter is still kissing her pussy pooja push hard and give 2-3 slaps on his face he is full drunk he also stand up and start biting Pooja my face is on other side, pooja wants to shout but he put his hand on her mouth waiter is doing something different he put her panty from ground and put in Pooja mouth he put panty on her mouth and tightly caught her hand again he start fucking her assHole this time pooja did not get more pain after few big. For her good behaviour he didn't disappoint. He hungrily dived into her pussy, fucking her with his tongue. He gripped her cheeks, his nails digging in, giving her an amazing pain/pleasure experience. It was as if her nectar was a drug and Sam was addicted. He tasted every inch of her and didn’t show sign of stopping. Soon, he swung her back around and lifted a leg over his shoulder, plunging back in. Now he aimed for her clitoris, circling it deftly so as to avoid it. Rachel’s head fell back.