A door opened and shut. I was placed down on soft and warm. My arms were again pulled over my head and attached in place. My legs were still ...eing held apart. I blinked as the light hit my eyes as my blindfold was removed. There stood Master John naked in front of me. I looked at this erect cock and he climbed on top of me. I felt his chest press against my breasts and his cock enter me. It was long and thick and I was filled like I have never been filled before. I. At the end of the week, if you are wearing your female lower half, you will be in the same boat as me and have to wear heels if you do not have the pantyhose on. "Also, when we are wearing the hose, our feet will adjust to whatever height and size shoe we wear from out of the assortment in our closet that were sprinkled by that dust. However, YOU can only put on the shoes I give you permission to wear at that time. And that goes for weather you are wearing the hose or not. You needn't worry. His arms were formed to perfection as they tightened around me. I pouted my lower lip out and he chuckled before closing the front door and stepping away from me to tear his jersey from his body.He reached out and handed it to me with his slightly calloused hands. I took it from him, shamelessly taking off my own shirt and sliding his jersey over my body. The overwhelming scent of his cologne and sweat filled my nostrils. It was like an aphrodisiac and I could immediately feel my pussy heat. Three times out of five, my schemes backfire on me, the tables turn, you prowl toward me instead of complying and I am the one on the bed, on her back.Whichever way things go, there are really only winners.This time, though, you indulge me. You sit, lie back and stretch out in the center of the mattress, one gimlet eye fixed firmly on me. Waiting. “Arms over your head,” I say, and you turn your head up to find my cuffs there, half-hidden under the pillow and fixed to the headboard. I can heard.