There’s no way she can wear a bra with it and anyway, doesn’t want to. No man will be able to resist her, and she knows it.She pulls on her stocki...gs and a very brief pair of lilac knickers that always turns me on. Then her high heels. Her hair is beautiful, shining, long, seductive. She comes over to the bed and kisses me and tells me how much she loves me and that she’ll come back to me – but only when she’s ready. My cock is hard as she looks into my eyes, strokes my cheek, says, ‘good boy’,. . Ah, here we are, give me your hand so I can loop this soft cord around your wrist. Come on now, there are plenty of thin twigs I can whip you with if you don't do as I tell you! That's better, I will tie both your wrists to the trees and make you keep your arms above you head. Now, lift your foot so I can tie your ankle, that's it, now the other. You do look appetising with your hands and feet tied to the trees. Like a big X. Not too uncomfortable I hope. As I run my hand up your inner thigh,. "I love you so much." Well, shoot, tell me you love me, then," she told him, looking all exasperated. "A girl needs to hear them things. What is so hard about sayin' them?" She stamped her foot."But I want to marry you and I ain't good enough." He looked down at his feet, unable to meet her gaze. The pain, the raw emotion in his voice and his absolute devotion was so great there was no way anyone could doubt his sincerity. He kept staring down at the floor unable to look at her.In a softer. He had really surprised her when he took the initiative to press his hot lips right up against her pucker hole and then rim her secret opening with his greedy tongue. She had gone into a swooning orgasm that they kept to themselves for fear of being thought a pair of depraved lust hounds. After that initial session, they mutually agreed to repeat it often and she had even reciprocated by spreading his boyish cheeks and testing the waters of his own trembling prostate. She really hoped he.