I just couldn’t take my eyes off her pussy.“You’ve missed my ass” she dreamily commented ... her eyes closed, obviously enjoying my touches.I ...emoved the towel from her ass, and dropped it to the floor. Pouring some oil on her ass cheeks, and slowly massaging her firm cheeks. I ran my finger tips between her cheeks and across the pucker of her asshole.She actually pushed her ass up against my fingers, causing my fingers to rub across both her asshole and her pussy. Much to her frustration I. I didn't taste anything and I didn't smell anything besides the cherry lube as his cum went down my throat. It wasn't a bad thing at all. The problem with him finishing though was I was too horny to stop. So what now?It was almost as if Don knew what I was thinking, and it was obvious what he was thinking. He pulled out one of the rubbers from the box, and unwrapped it. I was kind of scared thinking that he had the idea that I was hot enough to go straight from mutual masturbation, to oral, and. Not so astonishing, it was, as she pointed out, her treat, and we'd always shared those kinds of tasks before. She gave me a slight panic, early on, when I asked where we were going, and she replied, "Trust me." I was very restrained all through dinner, wondering if she was going to demand that I prove my trust, and wondering if I would refuse, if she presented me with the dress again -- she was wholly desirable, that night, and wearing the perfume I had given her, long ago. At the movie, she. There was a whirring noise as she felt her bound body rise back up. Her spread, suspended and very sore ass cheeks had been just kissing the cold hard floor as her body hung there from a wooden beam, tied up by ropes biting into her ankles and legs. Her arms were pinned tight with yards and yards of rope behind her. They were aching from the pressure of more rope that was tied off to a metal bar high over her head.It also supported the wooden beam that her legs were tied to in a macabre way..