It's perfect."Taking the leash in hand Lisa gave it a strong tug towards her makingMarcy move in closer which she then used to kiss Marcy full on the ...ips,tasting her own pussy juices off Marcy's lips. Marcy just blushed, maybethis visit wasn't going to be bad after all. She quite liked how thingshad went so far."Now Lisa why don't you lead Marcy to the bed? If I remember correctlyshe still needed to be punished for sucking cock and not asking youright?" Chelsea said as she got up and walked. It seems she'd picked out six or seven books, and finally settled in the archaeology section, finding a book on ancient Mesopotamia and sitting at one of the corner tables. She'd opened the book up, skipped the preface, and by the end of page two her nipples had tightened and her cunt was slick. As she'd read of the priests-kings, of the priestesses of Ishtar, her thighs had slowly parted and her hands slowly crept between their pantiless expanse.It wasn't until she'd reached her third silent,. " I had sent her a photo of my healing cock that morning, to show her the bruise was going away.We had our lesson, uninterrupted. She was still working on my own composition, The Three Graces. She had mastered the Preludio and was now working on the Andante, the first major movement, very chordal and controlled, which built to an upper register climax, befitting of the inspiration for it, my sister Dawn and her first touch. I had explained it to Lizvette as being intended to evoke the qualities. The towel under my ass was soon soaked with his saliva and my juices. Lisa kept him at it until I had an wonderful orgasm. Then she gently pulled him away.As I recovered, I watched her putting the socks on Prince’s paws. Prince, tail wagging, seemed to know what was coming. I surely did. Lisa folded the second towel and put it on the floor in front of the couch.She kissed me on the lips, “C’mon. He’s ready for you.”She didn’t have to tell me what to do. I got down on the floor, kneeling on the.