Gasping out fo air, her nails scratching my shoulders, her screams of pain were subsiding as I pierced he pussy to full.She was hugging me tight like ...nything. Her nails scratching my back. I freed her boobs from her top. Those sweet boobs before.I started to pump her slowly while I kissed her. My hands were on her boobs pressing them for juice, she would occassionally break my kiss to bring out moan aaaah…Hhhaa…Aaaa…Aaaah….Hhuuuu….Slowlllll…Bite those hard button pink nipples moving my tongue. She had never been touched in such an intimate way by a female ever before. It felt wonderful. Almost magical. After a short while she suddenly felt her jacket being dragged from under her body. Suzanne handed the scissors back to John and he immediately began doing the same operationon the sleeve of her white blouse. However she never looked. Her eyes were still on Suzanne who was afraid to look back. Instead she watched what John was doing.It was an identical operation to the cutting. Mom decided to take Marie under her wing. When Mattie and I got home, mom had taken Marie out and bought her new clothes. They were all from Younker’s, and maybe a little out of style, but they were classy, and pretty much anything would be sexy on Marie, the way she looked and poured out “fuck me” pheromones. Mom took her to the salon at Younker’s to have her split ends trimmed and to have a manicure and pedicure. Not a lot of women had professional nail care done back then, but my mom thought. Later after recovering, saying that that though she understood the heroines needs, and she could see the use of reliving herself by the use of another chap, she would never allow another man to humiliate her man like that, she felt it was unnecessary, (as I did) and though the cage in his case was symbolic, it would not be inappropriate in my case, as the thing doesn’t work properly anyhow and it is in fact its own symbolic cage, we neither of us needed reminding! Then, in answer to my question.
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