We went back to the motel and went out for dinner – I had enough drinks to make me happy and relaxed … the shotties I had as a going home gift fro... Ken left me warm and giggly. We arrived back to the motel room my cheeks were flushed for the alcohol and anticipation on what was to come. We slowly undressed each other and Ken spent along time licking, kissing and caressing my breasts. Just to have someone take the time and explore your body – touching – feeling, kissing long and hard – tasting. His gasp was music to her ears."Oh yes, you would love to wear them all, I know. Anything to make you more like me. But never forget this, my boy: when I have dressed you in my things, you become mine. My property, d'you understand? To do with as I please. Hmmm, I think I'll have you in pink this morning." He bleated again as she picked out her pink satin ruffle blouse and whisked it off its hanger. "Arms!" she ordered. He turned to be dressed in it, and soon he was buttoned down the front and. While I wanted to feel Dev all over me, I did not want to miss feeling my hubby too.Oh God! Dev went berserk feeling my breasts in his mouth. He sucked my breasts and took them one by one in his mouth. My nipples had blown and stood hard at the anticipation of being sucked, pinched and bitten. Dev sucked them as if he wanted to suck the last drop of milk in them. Sadly there was none. He sucked my breasts so hard that I felt as if he will gulp them. I felt highly erotic pain. I nudged Dev to. " I admit sometimes I do. But right now I'd say you're the one missing the whole point."There was that burning sensation spreading from my lips up my cheeks. I was hoping the lighting was low enough my blush would go unnoticed. Kimbra can get on a roll where any sense of mercy is a scrap of trash out blowing along the gutter. It exists, but not in the room where she sits. I leaned over to the side table and lit a couple of scented candles, hoping, I suppose, to hide the primary evidence of my.