No pun intended.We had a pretty big discussion the morning after. He made it clear he wasn't too interested in having his ass become a regular part of...our sex play, but he wanted to accompany me a little way on my ass journey. He thought it would help him know how far to go with me if he could feel some of the sensations himself. He has always been protective of me and he has read some things about the pain associated with ass play and wants it to be pleasurable for me. I love this about hottie. I gently licked her slit - the taste of it was also slightly acidic, covered with a thick and sticky grease. I began to lick this cunt, following the instructions of Aunt Vicki:- Gentle, yet tender! Move your tongue as soon as possible! And now a little upwards, do not forget about the clitoris! Oh, yeah, so good! Yes! More! Oh-oh-oh! ...Soon, I chose the right tempo, and then the teachings of Aunt Vicki moved to the sensual moans - quiet at first, but gradually they grew louder and louder. Her. Pattal beamed, “That is no problem Sahib. What colours would you like for your suits?”After a further ten minutes, Mr. Pattal and his two assistants left him with the promise that he would return in the morning at nine. After they had left, Mr. Smithers handed him a slim briefcase extracting from it a thick leather wallet, “There are £500 in this for you’re out of pocket expenses, Mr. Ramage,” he said before replacing the wallet back in the briefcase.“Thank you Mr. Smithers, you have been a. She also remembered the men calling out too. Calling out to her as they came; calling her a whore; calling her a slut; calling her names. Again she didn’t care. Georgina was having the time of her life, on her knees, on that locker room floor, under the streaming hot shower. The fucking was so intense that when the last one finished using her she fell into an exhausted heap. It was a while later when they began to help her to her feet. Brad stood in front of her with a large dry towel and held.