We lose ourselves in the passion burning in our hearts with the heat and brightness of a supernova.Your moans spurring me on to explore every inch of ...our skin, every curve of your body with my fingers, my nose, my tongue... I am but a serf to your pheromones. Our hands venture to places kept hidden from daylight as your pout casts itself at mine again. We only allow us to part so my fangs graze the skin of your cleavage that seems to run endlessly deep, so invitingly plunging.Unable to resist. "It puts hairs on your chest.”"I'm fine just the way I am thanks."Brenda said resignedly and looked fondly at her husband."You'd better tell them, Jack." Tell us what?" Well there's no easy way to say it, so I'll tell you exactly the way things panned out after my man got you out of there."He paused to take a gargantuan suck at the weapon of evil and blew out an enormous cloud of thick black smoke."I'd got another man opposite the house, he was there just to watch and keep me informed, well at. Bill took her nipple clamps in one hand and released her left breast from the torture. He rubbed her clit harder and faster as the blood rushed back into the nipple. Jennifer cried out in pain and in pleasure as the second clamp was released. Her climax overwhelmed her at that moment. Jennifer began making unintelligible sounds as she pulled on the chains and more fluids rushed out of her covering Bill’s hand. Bill continued flicking her clit, pushing it higher, pushing her higher over the. Rachel, this is Monique DuMaurie." A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Staunton," Monique said with all propriety."It is a great pleasure to meet you Mrs. DuMaurie, I have been a fan of your designs for years, ma'am." Please, call me Monique," she said, noticing that their appetizer's had not arrived. "Would you join us? I wanted to hear all about Samantha's excursions this afternoon," Monique said, taking Rachel's hand as Greg slipped behind her chair and steered her towards the table Andre had.