I took up my leather belt and began firmy slapping at her bound tits. You like that dont you, you fucking slut,. I sneered at her. She grinned up at m... even though she kept wincing as the belt hurt her swollen tits. After some time, in which my wifes bound tits began to go somewhat purple rather than the original red, I made her kneel, then lean forward with her ass stuck up into the air. I then lengthened out the amount of belt which Id been using to slap her tits with and I now commenced. Maybe it's a cultural thing," she declared, and stretched out on the couch and laid her head on my lap. "You don't mind, do you, babe? I'm feeling kinda drowsy," she looked up and asked me, smiling innocently, and she wrapped her dainty hand around my back as she lay her head on my lap. I looked down at the sight of her slender body laying on its side, with her jeans highlighting the alluring curves of her firm ass."Umm, I hope you realize that I might 'rise to the occasion', if you catch my. Still, it’s basically a tolerant place, and Matt stood out as one of our more experimental denizens. Maybe it was being surrounded by so few openly gay people that made Matt a kind of Queer-of-all-trades. As far as his social persona went, he had a lot of the stereotypically effeminate Disco Fag traits, he understood girlie kitsch and all that, but he could take care of himself, and I always thought there was a lot of traditionally masculine energy radiating off him too. The proof, I suppose,. ..she took every inch inside her mouth while sticking her tongue out nd massaging the bottom of my dick with her piercing She then gagged a bit s0 i took a step back nd removed the rest of my clothes...she jus stood there on all fours on my bed lik a tiger ready 2 jump...i knew she wanted to fuck right then and there s0 i decided to change things up a bit nd layed her on her back...i slowed things down a bit realizing this is probably the only chance ill ever have to d0 this s0 ima give it all.