Saliva had managed to spill from her pouty lips and now "adorned her chest like jewels." Or so she imagined he would say. She had put it all on hersel..., the blindfold, gag and cuffs, as she was instructed. He liked this submission, this admission that this was not forced but her own desire. It freed him of the guilt he'd been taught to feel, he was free to use her the way she needed him to.He took hold of the cuffs that she put on, gently fastened them, her hands behind her back. She could feel. “Hope you don’t mind, Wen sweetest,” Woz said with an apologetic smile. “But a girl’s gotta make a living. You can stay if you like. Trev won’t be long, will you sweetheart? But if I know Trev, it won’t be very quiet here for you.” “Not if I can fucking help it!” the black man commented with a self-satisfied smirk. “Should I leave then?” asked Wendy, palpably disappointed. “You don’t have to, but you know how it is.” Wendy wasn’t too sure in her mind what transaction was taking place, but. Big ass, and big fucking tits.I have known her for more than 13 years, without a single petting. Until last night.Me and some friends from college, got together for a few drinks. I must tell you, first of all, that this girl is still married, and that she is a good friend of my wife. So, we were out, drinking beer, and she was the only girl in a group. I honestly never thought of her in a sexual way, but, last night, that happened.Well, she has a big mouth. I mean, man, this chick is swearing. Oh sure, her various partners had tried, but it never felt right to her. Even her friend from the strip club and sometime lover Cathy had tried, being a bit of an ass-fiend herself, but to no avail. But there was something about Gregg's touch that was different. It was as if all the pain and discomfort she'd expect to feel being probed there was turned off, and she was left only with the pressure and the pleasure of his ministrations. Gregg eased is mind away, getting too distracted by the.