She howled when he did and he admired the way her cheeks turned a perfect pink with the imprint of his hand on them. He came to the front and grabbed...her nipples. Do you know how beautiful you look, my hand-print on your ass, a plug shoved in your tight hole, your makeup smeared and your pussy juices flowing all over the floor beneath you, loving every minute of this. She hung her head and he slapped her milky white tit with one hand while still holding a nipple. She jerked her head up and. As a young woman, she was extremely proud of the bountiful boobs her body had developed. The last bra she had bought was a tight size 34 with a C cup. A sound from outside interrupted this young woman’s visual examination. Peeking out the bathroom window, Katie saw that the bunkhouse screendoor had been slammed and a man was striding off the porch. The man was her grandfather’s ranch foreman, Clint Spencer. One of Katie’s hands left a breast and cupped the mound between her legs. Several long,. They kissed for a few minutes and then Clive drew himself up so that he straddled her chest. He didn’t need to say anything as he squatted over her with his hands on hips. He just looked into her eyes as he thrust his cock out at her. She looked up at the gossamer sheathed monstrosity inches above her head. It was straining even more now and the teat was almost full of precum. Her hands instinctively pulled at her bonds as she attempted to reach up and take hold of him. Clive remained silent. As you have probably noticed already, one of the major fetishes that a lot of our clients love, is the nylon fetish. And I am so happy to see that you love to wear them, too. That's a bonus." She uncrossed her legs, allowing me a peek up her slitted skirt to the area where her panties were shrouding her twat. I peeked, and she smiled wide. After crossing them the other way, she continued. "I see you also like other women. Of course, we would love to have sex with you first, if you would want.