"I expect you hung your towel up neatly, too," she murmured."Madam, this is not a social occasion," he said bluntly. "And I am of little inclination t...ward small talk, and less, in the circumstances, toward humor. I require you to explain your statement." Ah. That I might seek to abort the mission." Yes." First, may I ask, do you doubt I could do so? You seem to be aware that I have a great deal of prestige in my field, a great deal of recognition not only academically but publicly. I don't. I've asked you here to help me indulge in my new independence since my divorce. We're not going to talk politics or grades. I want to show you some of my fantasies then you can show me what I've been missing the past three years.I was just finishing my second beer when I asked, "So, Dot, what is it that you wanted to show me?" Follow me downstairs to our museum. It's something my ex organized years ago when we first moved here. I think you'll find it fascinating."I was stunned. It was more than. He savored his food and commented on how tasty it was as he watched Emily jerk around on the bed. Not only was she feeling the effect of the pepper, but she was tearing the skin of her wrists and ankles to shreds on the points of the barb wire.George took almost an hour to drink the last of the coffee and to return the tray to the kitchen. He just could not break his habit of neatness. When he got back, Emily had finally worn off the effect of the pepper in her mouth, and she was lying in. She gasped, her body tensing, "Yes, I am." I smiled, rubbing a little harder, her reward. I took her nipple into my mouth once more before releasing her hands and dropping slowly to my knees before her. I pressed my face into her cunt, laying on my back and pulling her on top of me, my hands gripping her thighs. I could smell her juices, which made my own pussy soaking wet. I sucked at her cunt lips, parting them with my tongue. Her moans filled my ears before her thighs tightened around my.