”I reached across the table and took her hand and bestowed a light kiss on it. Her ring finger was adorned with both a wedding ring and another ring...which must have cost a fortune — a sapphire of at least five carats surrounded by a galaxy of diamonds.“What gallantry, Chris, I don’t think anyone has kissed my hand in ages. Well back to your question… Do you want the simple answer or some made for the moment excuse?”“Whichever you are comfortable with,” I said. Her eyes which matched the colour. I kept caressing her there and more I was doing more she was getting restless. Her breathing was getting heavy and heavy. I took a long route to the shopping mall which was also quite empty. My left hand was quite free while driving as the road were empty and didn’t need to change gears frequently. I pushed my hands more in her legging and now my whole hands was inside her legging.I still was on the side of her thighs and uff what a feeling that was, and she was really so soft now. Her waxing. Anger at the woman because she allowed the vanquished rapists to escape, asmuch as anything. The slave , seeing my rage, and perceiving that her own actions w ere as much responsible for it as the two escaped rapists, and even atthis early stage perceiving my latent power, immediately stripped off her heavyleather belt and handed it to me. She fell to her knees before me and toreopen her vest, revealing a pair of massive, soft, drooping tits. I was startledto see that steel rings pierced the. He must have had eight or nine inches in length and was almost as wide as a can of soup. “Wooaaahhh,” he groaned as he slid into me up to the balls, stopping once or twice to slip back out a little, then return to opening me wide.“God, you're tight,” he said as he started moving in and out of me. I was concentrating on making my breathing steady while he impaled me. It was so much pressure, but I love that feeling of being filled. And fill me he did. He began pumping faster; it felt so good. My.