He was respectful of me, unlike so many other MFs, but a little too slow. After about 15 minutes, I leaned back away from him and unbuttoned my blouse... I was smaller then and my tits still in my bra were tiny like a very young girl. Bill reached down and cupped my ass with his hands, and I tightened up my muscles as he pulled me into him. Now things were picking up speed like they should! I undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and let them fall to the ground. I could see the outline of his. I've got a twenty-six inch waist and 36DD breasts. I call it my 'margarita figure'—all top heavy. Anyway, this is how I met my game lover. At first, Alex was the most annoying member of our group—always barking orders, taking over when shit wasn't done exactly to his specifications. The others openly admired him. He was charming, kind, and even generous... on occasion, when it suited his purpose. It drove me crazy. I figured it was a ruse to take over the group. He was definitely the most. There is a white fluffy neck boa,an antique fur cap,cashmere socks and a cat toy with feathers on a string. There are hard things in my drawer, like a set of BenWa balls,a carved wooden dildo,a carved fake-ivory-handled riding crop and a meat tenderiser.There are toys like a paddle-ball,marbles,and a jump rope.There is food like honey and also olive oil.There is a photo album in my drawer beneath my bed.I wish everyone in it were here to look through it with me. I wish they all were here with. He went straight to the laundry basket and pulled out Oona’s flimsy little knickers. ‘You’d look good with these around your ankles babes’ he smirked and then put them to his mouth and nose to smell them. His tongue came out and he licked the seat of Oona's panties in the exact spot that covers her pussy. ‘Olly!’ I protested but he just winked and tossed them to me, ‘She smells and tastes almost as good as you babes’ he was clearly enjoying this and his hard on looked huge in his shorts. Inside.