Smith stares for a moment. "Do you squirt often?" he asks, scrutinizing her. "N-never," Briana rasps. This entire conversation is mind-boggling bizarr..., and she's a little worried that she's not freaking out as much as she should probably be. "Hm." Mr. Smith reaches out and slips a finger down her open slit, and Briana's hips buckle and she gasps. He pops the wet digit in his mouth, ignores her aroused gaping, and turns his back on her. "You may change out of your skirt, but leave the same. Yes, I'm self motivated but I can also follow directions,” Becky told me. “That's very good to know. So how would you feel about wearing our leather clothing as a sort of uniform and a way of displaying our merchandise. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying you should prance around here half naked or anything. Just show enough to get the customer's attention. So some of the stereotypical Mistress wear might be too much to wear at work.” “I understand what you're saying, Don't get me wrong,” Becky. Forcing her head into the bed, I grabbed her hands and placed them on her ass cheeks. “Spread your ass for me!” The moment she did, I placed the phallus at her entrance and violently entered her yet again. My chocolate thighs slapped against her ass while I felt her slam back into me. My muse fucked me as I fucked her. Her abused pussy dripped and the sounds of sex added to the freaky energy that we exuded, during our wicked game. I pulled out, bent down, placed my tongue on her pussy and. She told him that she liked all variations. Bill, in turn, assured her that “variations” were, indeed, available. He explained that there were no regulations, yet, in the city of W. Lafayette, nor in the county of Tippecanoe. He told my wife that he was certain that it was only temporary, and that he intended to make the most of the slowness of local authorities to take action.Bill went on to say that he could use someone like my wife. He was an admirer of my wife, not only when she ran, but.