The second one was dressed similar to the first one except that her clothes were green.Even her hair and eyes were the same color adding to the uncann... resemblance between the two women."Don't look at me slave!" The brunette said snarling and giving him hard slap to the face.Now he was experiencing first hand the power hidden in those beautiful hands of theirs, and it hurt like hell.Wincing in pain he immediately turned away from her. This did not seem to stop her from wanting to punish him. " She gushed, and hugged me like, I don't know....We crammed all of her clothes into the cases and went out to the waitinglimo. I noticed the ambulance pulling up in the foyer. People werebustling around the front entrance.The pageant director approached us and informed us Mr. Vilene, a judge,had had a heart attack, and was likely not to make it, therefore thefestivities for the evening would be cancelled. I looked at Ashley."Would you want to fly back tonight, you can stay at my brother's. . I don't wanna be tied up”. He stammered in a nervous tone. I had never tied him up before, and was unaware if he had been tied up in any of his previous relationships. He never really liked talking about them. I clicked the cuff around his wrist loosely. I walked over and gently grabbed his head and gave him some gentle kisses, and told him to relax and I would take care of him as long as he cooperated. I than leaned into him so my bounty full breasts pushed up against his chest and whispered. In the evening - the blanket over him. Trying to get some release. His hand down in his trowsers. Massaging his prick. He may have some pictures of the girls or women around him in his head while stroking. A young girlfriend at school - or somebody he knows better, more familar. As Max mentions: every young guy is thinking about his mother, his sister, or his aunt. Me!'Are you getting wet?' Max asked me with the next message. And I couldn't deny - nor did I want to, 'yes', I replied.'Put your.