It was just perfect.The moment my fingers touched her spot she let out a slight moan and opened her eyes again. I saw desire in her eyes, and happines....As I kept exploring her womanly secrets to great depth, she also started to reach for my bulge. She played with my penis for a bit and looked in to my eyes with a naughty smile and put her hand inside my pant and started playing with me. Up down up down. It felt so good.I was ready. She asked me if I had a condom. My face was dark again. I. Daniel smiled as his stream slowed to a trickle and then stopped. Daniel shook his cock after no more piss came out and looked into the toilet and saw nothing but bubbles with my arm sticking out, he said " There as much bubbles in the toilet as there is in the bathtub, where your hand at?" I said: "gliding slowly against the toilet bowl following the piss current as the water is warm." Daniel said as he reach over to the toilet tank "I glad you liked my bubbles but I have to flush before I can. Sally waited, knowing it was a game, yet not liking the severity of the fact that she was actually alone and locked in a real prison cell. It was chilly in the cell, and a long wait . . . probably an hour or longer . . . before someone came. It was a strange man wearing a long black robe. He entered the cell, fondled Sally's body, and announced that he found her guilty. "You will die at the guillotine in the morning," he said. "Your execution will occur in the public square where it will be. But last night, something must have been weighing on his mind. He only fucked her once, and it didn’t last long at all. This wasn’t the norm Monica had grown accustom to. Admittedly so, through the ten years they’ve spent together as husband and wife, she had become very spoiled. The sex in their marriage can only be described as hungry, passionate, and urgent. Much to her delight, Frank would ravage her, soundly fucking the living hell out of her every time they made love... so much so that it.