A fine-looking animal, sir.”“Any better than Trafalgar?” Becky asked moving closer to Jack.“What do you think, m’lady?” Jack asked, resist...ng the temptation to stroke her delicate cheek.“You know what I think,” A subtle pause, and then she added, “about Trafalgar.”She turned to Nate, “Oh, those colours look so good. You chose well, Uncle Oswald.”“All a tribute to your dear father. All we need is another Trafalgar victory.”That was the moment when a caller bellowed, “Jockeys up!”Amid cries of,. " What?" It's fetish stuff! BDSM! That kind of thing! Oh, shit -- I'm SOO excited -- I forgot all about it!" Emily oozed."Well..." Sheila looked nervous."We're gonna be tricked out, too --aren't we, Lo?" Emily assured her. "You can go, and I'll cover you -- but you have to wear what I put you in..."Sheila licked her lips. "Okay."It turned out that Sheila's outfit came from Lois' wardrobe -- something she had left over from the bad old days. Lois and Emily turned out very similar -- fishnet. She straddled him, letting her thin landing strip of pussy hair rub against his erection. He began to caress her breasts as she shifted, sliding his cock between her wet pussy lips. Sarah was so worked up that Paul's cock quickly slipped inside her pussy, and she moaned as he filled her. Letting Paul support her breasts while he rubbed her nipples, Sarah began to ride the widower. Pumping up and down, she put one hand on his strong chest for support and the other played with her swollen clit.. “And when you're done, it's my turn,” she continues, a smirk in her voice. Her upper body rocks forwards and back. “You said I'd get to do terrible things to you. I've got several in mind right now...”“Tell me.” It's right between an order and a plea.I feel my own mouth open to answer him. There's something about that deep voice that makes we want to do anything he says. Anything. Anything, I breathe. I want to do anything to you. Run my hands all over you. And my lips. Do what she's doing,.