." That's good. You need to know you're beautiful, Pippa. Really. Stop putting yourself down. Beautiful, brave, bright, caring."She was shaking her he...d where it was resting on his shoulder."Yes, you are."She gave up resisting his compliments and just rested on him. "You really don't mind me laying on you like this?" Stay like that as long as you like." His hands wandered, settling on and kneading the bum she thought too big. "Fantastic," he said, "I love it."She gave up protesting his. " I stormed towards the door.She pointed a bent accusing finger. "Then beware its use. Your actions will have consequences."I snorted a reply and strolled down the block, still looking for a gift for my wife.One of the venues I didn't remember from the previous day was a wine shop with outdoor seating for patrons who wanted to sample various vintages and wineries. A great marketing technique, I suppose, or a high-class hangout for winos. Sitting at one table next to the sidewalk was a heavyset. As she walked, flashes of her cunt could be seen. When she sat down, she was exposed for all to see. She lit a joint and took a deep toke. She walked out to her Mercedes to meet James in the ground floor bar. James was dressed in the usual brocade robe with gold and embroidery around the edges. She held the chair for her master to set down. Then she sat down across the table from him. She was careful to keep her knees shoulder width apart. She held her back straight and looked straight ahead.. Her lips slowly move further down my shaft, her tongue slowly swirling around the tip. With my cock a few inches into her warm mouth, Stacey starts to bob her head. It’s probably the slowest blow job I’ve ever had but there’s something about the slow pace that just builds the pleasure. Her hand is wrapped around the base of my cock. She uses to it guide my cock around and she continues to suck at her agonizingly slow pace. Stacey then takes her mouth of the tip but then runs her lips down the.