You leave me, with the lights off while you watch the end of the game. I'm dying inside. My ass hurts so much. My pussy lips are dripping juices. Then...I hear the tv turn off. You come to me. I spread my legs for you and you lick my pussy. I moan, lifting my hips to grind on your face. You stop and I know I've disobeyed again. Daddy is in charge of my pleasure, I'm not allowed to take my own. You take out your cock and straddle my bound body. You grab my hair and lift my head from the pillow and. My wife and I are members of a motorcycle club in Jackson. As members of Apple City we enjoy the occasional charity activities, and social aspects of the club. We have a trike, and some of the clubs frown on them, viewing them as not really motorcycles. However, everyone at our local club is laid back and for the most part non-judgmental. Our club is mostly made up of members from Jackson, Charleston, and a few from Columbus.Our club owns a pre-engineered building that we bought from a. “Want it don’t you, kitten? But you were late!” Is all Master says, stepping out of his boxers. I’m drooling over my gag and find myself humping thin air. Master uses his strength by grabbing me and throwing me on the bed again. Pulling my hips so my bum is sticking up and out. Then a glorious feeling fills my body and I cum. I didn’t know it would happen but the orgasm ripped through my body. It was Master thrusting his cock deep into my pussy. He hadn’t moved it, only pushed it in. Sadly,. After a while his heart calmed down and Paul turned to face his sleeping partner. With one finger he started caressing her lightly, drawing small circles on her temple, then her forehead. He crept lower to her eyebrows, then to her cheeks. He thought he could hear her breath quickening. He was not sure but he hoped she would wake into a half-sleep where she could enjoy what he was doing to her and start her to anticipate more. Paul moistened the rip of his forte finger, and then, as light as a.