He picked up the thong from the floor and placed it on the bed.“Well done, my dear dog. Now let’s catch some fresh air”, I said.I held Aman’s ...ock like a rope and stood in front of him. “Hold my ass cheeks while we go for a walk. And make sure that you hold it tightly”, I commanded him.Aman cupped his palms on my ass cheeks and squeezed them. When he heard my soft moan, he thought of doing something more to my ass. He began to insert his pinkie into my asshole to make me feel good.“That’s an. .. no more... it’s too much... it’s too much...” but then Midnight would jump again and she would give a loud, “Aaaaahhhhh,” as another small orgasm tore through her.Finally, when Nicole was swaying back and forth in the saddle, Mistress Joan lowered the whip and began calling out softly, “Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.”Annabelle walked out to join Mistress Joan as Midnight finally came to a stop. Nicole was wobbling in the saddle and probably would have fallen off if she was not so firmly held and. At first she'd been confused by her reaction. She shouldn't want to be aroused by this, should she? But it was undeniable—she longed not for her husband's tender words and loving caresses, but to be used roughly and called the names she'd been taught a man should never call a woman: slut, whore, cunt. Kelly found that she was getting less satisfaction out of her sex life with Justin, and she craved what she saw in the videos she now watched every day in order to get off. She felt guilty and. When we took off, there wasn't many people, everyone had a seat, so I dozed for a bit until the bustling of people woke me and I realized we'd stopped at another mall. Again people poured in, and again I had an ass in my face! This time it belonged to a woman in her thirties, wearing jeans. She was fairly petite and her jeans were loose, and when I sniffed them I couldn't smell anything but perfume. I leaned down further and got my nose right up to her crotch and could still smell nothing..