Actually this is a Louis Bernard, very good. And very expensive. Perfect with your world famous lasagna.’ He bent down and kissed her again. She sig...ed and nodded at him. ‘Maybe a glass,’ she acceded. She turned and led him into the kitchen. She placed the bouquet of flowers on the counter. Richard set the bottle of wine beside it. ‘Smells good,’ he said. ‘I’m starving. How long until we eat?’ ‘Soon,’ Kate replied. ‘The wine corkscrew is in the top drawer.’ She stepped out of the kitchen and. Then he hung some heavier weights from my balls, and those hurt terribly. But I knew I was his to do with as he pleased, so I accepted his torture silently, except for the moaning. When he was satisfied that I was in sufficient pain, he stood behind me and started roughly fucking my ass, slamming his cock in me until I could feel his huge balls bouncing against my own balls. The motion of the fucking caused the weights on my tits and balls to swing around, increasing the pain in those areas.. Later that afternoon, towards 5pm I boarded a bus to go home, and as I sat quietly, my mind drifted onto sex, and being naughty.I could feel myself wetting, I was really horny, and thankfully the bus was nearing my stop, so I got up and left the bus, but to my dismay, it was one stop too soon, so I started walking, and as usual, it started raining, and raining heavily.I crossed the street looking for a cafe or somewhere where I could duck into a shop to keep dry, but everywhere seemed to be. "She headed forward as he went below, only to realise the reason for his smile; Serendipity was moored to a buoy, not anchored.As she was deciding what to do, Ted was tapping on Cherry's cabin door and entering. He flicked on the cabin light; she'd kicked off the duvet and was sprawled in t-shirt and panties, the t-shirt rucked up exposing the underside of one perky breast. One hand was buried in her panties; there was damp spot there and a slight, pleasant, feminine odour. On impulse he.