She kept the towel around her but kept flipping it open from time to time to give me a look at her treasures. Liz left her towel fall to the floor an... knelt in front of me. She didn't use her hands but flicked and nipped my cock over and over until my thigh had a pool of my clear juice in the hair there. By the time she finally shocked me into her warm wet mouth I shifted forward trying to get more in her mouth. Havana danced around the chair touching me and then Liz. I was crazy with lust. He wasn'tsure of his lack of appetite was because he felt so down, or perhaps itwas the constriction of the corset, although that didn't feel quite astight today.He started thinking of his situation again. The clothes themselves werenot a problem, if his wife wanted him to wear them, he would have doneso, all she had to do was ask. The corset and shoes were a differentmatter, they were torturing him, but even worse than that was thehumiliation he felt. He had seen that she wanted him to be her. . .His mouth travelled downwards, the scent of her cunt inflaming him, then his tongue touched the very top of her fragrant slit. She squealed and made as if to push him away, but at that very moment, he found her clitoris and his tongue licking it sent her into a frenzy.She gripped his hair and pushed her groin into his face, she was in ecstasy, she felt his hands on her buttocks, his fingers between them, holding her while probing and she felt herself slipping down to the floor.Without. Bend down and kiss your way up at the center of my back. Over the towel, and then to my bare skin, to my nape over my hair, and to my neck burying your face in. I arch back into you. Finally touching you. You take my weight. If not for you, I'd collapse down.I catch my reflection in the mirror and can't take my eyes off me now. I try not to roll my eyes up and get lost in it. I look wanton, hungry, wild and dazed. I look like a slut. My hair frizzy, half wet and half dried, no make up, my lower.