. i did it for you.MatrimKnotai: pulls his finger from her mouth and lightly slaps her cheeks for the soft bite. He moves his hand down her body and b...tween her asscheeks to poke at her little rosebud. "Tell me slut, ever taken a dick in your ass before?"Ataya5: -turning her head slightly as he lightly slapped her cheek, she figured that was going to happen the moment she bit him. Arching her back she wriggled herself against his knee.- What do you think?MatrimKnotai: runs his finger between. As she said ‘You don’t have to…’ I started to lick her. Her moans and groans were payment enough. When her hands ran through my hair I knew I had hit her pleasure spot just right. Reaching up I played with her tits. Finally when she moaned ‘Fuck me!’ I got on top of her and pushed inside of her.’ ‘Did you think of me? At work? Ever!’ she panted. I grunted yes, I had always liked to watch her but thought her unattainable, she seemed to only care about her career. While inside of her she had me. He would just have to be more inventive. He had the books, books on bondage, on autoerotica, on sexual enslavement. He mentally rubbed his hands together. He couldn't wait to get started on it all. He just had to get through tonight. Tomorrow, Sunday, he would make excuses to his wife, she didn't care if he was there unless she needed an arm to go somewhere anyway. And he would spend the day with Michelle.It was an engine. That was what he heard, a motorcycle engine. But no one around here. Karen had forsaken her restaurant on the busiest night of the week, leaving it in the hands of her staff, and was here, dressed in an elegant asymmetrical black silk gown, with one bare shoulder. We dined on rubber chicken, not a patch on the wonderful food at the Tabanca or at the True Blue Inn, the only other Grenadian restaurant in the same class as the Tabanca, to the music of a local band; at least it was not a steel band, so that we could actually hear each other talking. Then the band.