As long as she wasn't interested, Ken knew he'd be safe. He'dkeep control. For he would never force anything with anybody. He wouldnever make someone ...o something they didn't want, and this was one girlhe was beginning to care for in such a way that he knew he'd never beable to hurt her. Still, it didn't make him stop wishing.Komei began to feel one more desire from Ken as they kissed. Unlike thekiss, this desire was clearly written in her brain much like the onesbefore it had been. She could. It took but a couple of minutes more, and I began shooting stream after stream of hot cum. First the right then her left breast, her hands holding her boobs higher, easier for me to hit.“Now, button your blouse back, slut, I want the guys to see those lovely tits slimy with my hot cum,” I wheezed as I slipped my cock black into my slacks, as it deflated.The cum stains on my wife’s blouse were quite obvious, and helped to show off her nipples even more than just the sheer blouse. The material. He took a deep breath as he touched them and was soonpanting. His ex-girlfriends understood. He was arousing himself,without meaning to, and becoming more and more excited. His boobsjiggled as he halfway forgot he was on display, and drifted into arevelry of self-loving. He arched his back and tugged on his oversizedbreast ends. Slowly he sank to his knees, the short skirt he wore ridingup his plump thighs, and began kneading both breasts with spiritedabandon. Deborah supplied him with a. She soothed him with long, generous massage; her hands flowing up and down his fair skin. This was far from her favorite aspect of total power exchange, but it was a necessary component. The responsible thing to do in any Mistress and slave relationship. If she was honest with herself, it was a nice change of pace after the thunderous peak of intense domination. The highs could only as be as powerful as the lows were tranquil. Contrast was everything.Ana felt no real affection for Jacob, but.