The wind seemed to whisper his name to her soul. He wraps his arms around her, they start up the stone path to the door. Opening the door to see a lar...e oak staircase. The smell of wild flowers fill the air. A round tan weave rug land along the floor leading to the stairs. A coat rack to the right where they hung their jackets. Every piece of furnisher look to be made of wood. They step inside and he comes around behind her and ties a red silk blindfold around her eyes. She wonders what is. Deciding there and then to have a little fun before he went home.Opening the door into the boutique he started to look around at some of the clothes in the store, it was a very stylish store up market sort of clothing and all the pieces look quite impressive. After a few minutes of browsing the girl moved from behind the counter and came over to him. ?Can I help you?? she asks, and he looks up at her and smiles, feeling behind her eyes and starting to slowly push and pull this and that. ?I. "His mouth was working so hard, all he could do was moan a little as I continued rubbing the buttplug over his prostate gland. My other hand was still on the back of his head, driving his mouth and tongue deeper into my pussy. He knew how I wanted to be rubbed and then he surprised me by sliding his finger out of my slit and moving them into my wet ass crack. His finger was very well lubricated and before I knew it, he had slipped it inside of my ass past the second knuckle. I couldn't have. "They're serving prick-sex."It had been something of joke in the coffee bars with his work mates. The prick-seizers they were called; almost mythical women that broke all the rules and sought out sex with men in ways that no one dared any more. They wanted penetrative sex with men on the serving end; vaginal sex and anal sex with cocks; fellatio; even hand-on-prick sex. It wasn't actually illegal but it was disapproved of by New Order party members and most of society, these days. In some.