I feel your vagina begin to moist. I keep licking your cheek as my finger slips in and out of your vagina in slow deep strokes. soon your vaginal wall... are drenching my finger with their warm secreations. I remove my hand from your mouth. "Is that you?" you whisper. "Does it matter?" I ask you. You are not sure if its the man you invited, my voice is muffled. Before you can utter another word, my lips cover yours, my tongue rudely entering your mouth. My lips crush yours as my finger works. “A bit over-exposed for these parts,” remarked the judge. “But if you were going to flaunt your body, the least we could do his help you. Besides, you make for a pleasant view. Now let’s proceed with the hearing.”“Yes, your honor,” squeaked Sophie with a small voice. Instinctively, she raised her cuffed hands and tried as best she could to cover her breasts.“Who’s the first witness, prosecutor?” asked the judge.“Hambone Willy, your honor,” replied a fat man who was also dressed as a cowboy.. In my head I wonder if you might return to me some day soon. A light leather flogger starts our morning off perfectly. Nothing too intense by any means and you’re already starting to make these delightful noises. I bring the tails down on you rapidly, enough to warm you up and get you going. The pattern of the figure eight shows lightly on your ass and thighs. I hit you a couple of times as hard as I can before putting it away and trading for the other. The last few times I hit you are. It was thanksgiving morning and I went over early cause, I knew mom had to work late and dad in a kitchen was a lost cause. Mom always said dad could burn water, so I knew Karen would be trying to get the turkey in and I though I would help her with it. When I saw what I have been dreaming of for years, and jacking off too I just had to do something. I walked up behind her placing my hands on her still firm ass cheeks, and she didn't say a word, which I though was weird. So I ran my fingers.