Then I kneeled down between her legs and tongued her pussy for a few minutes. Then I fingered her. In this process, she cummed like four times.Meanwhi...e, our conversation.“OMG you are such a sister fucker you idiot. What a tongue you have.” Dig it. Dig it with three fingers.“Shut up Pranu I never know you are this much bitchy. Ahhh I love your dare.”She was moaning, “Only dare??”“Your boobs of Alia Bhatt, your cunt, your juices; loved everything.”“Ok now stop blabbering and push your thing. I’m. . and those of others. Not to mention ass! Even cock, in fact. To say nothing of the oral services of the harem ... of both sexes in it!“But the piece de resistance is Master’s fine prick, which will have you singing his praises forever! Which is a good thing, because once you’re affected by Schumacher Syndrome, you’re in the harem for eternity. Count on that, babe. Count on it,” Marcy told her most recent partner in a stage whisper that his good lady wife must have heard.“You ... and Herb are. I then tied her ankles in a spread eagle position so her legs were held apart. Her hands were not tied at all but she could not reach the ankle attachments or the knot holding the collar down. She could sit up slightly but any further pavement would put pressure on the collar around her neck.I then handed her some handcuffs and the key and a yard stick and a blindfold. I slid up between her legs and she put the blindfold on me. We could of done without that but she wanted me to feel that I. " I smiled and we walked out the door.What was I doing here? Was this a date, a business dinner, an interview? How did I put myself in this situation? That's one for the books. This lady was every bit as smart as I was. We seemed compatible in intelligence. I opened her car door and as she slid in I saw much more thigh than I should have but again I was a thigh man. I closed her door and got into the car. Then we headed for the restaurant. I must say she looked beautiful and even was able to.