She blows on your hot body. “Sandra, please, finish!” you stress. She whispers back in your ear “not yet, darlin', I want to know how much you...can take”. “What the hell does that mean?” you turn your head around towards her voice because she is farther away in the room. At this point you just want your release. You try the restraints again and find that they are still holding strong. You hear Sandra taking a seat somewhere. “Just listen”, you can hear her say. You can’t believe that she. Neither Karen nor I drank much, in fact she virtually never drank and I only an occasional beer. Back at his home, where he lived by himself, being childless and a widower for the past two years, he opened a very good bottle of French champagne and poured us all a drink so we could celebrate the end of a very successful year.I should point out that Fred, although 45 years old, was a very fit man, almost a fitness fanatic and I guess you would describe him as reasonably good looking. He lived by. "Who are you?" he asked. I shook my head, notunderstanding his question. "Who do you belong to?" He ran his finger teasinglyover my clit. I whimpered, and arched my hips, but he just laughed tauntingly. "Answerme, Alyssa." "Yours, yours! I belong to you." I groaned, desperate to have him fill me,complete me. "And who am I?" I didn't understand what he wanted. Jon positioned himselfbetween my thighs, holding the tip of his cock at my entrance. I whimpered,trying desperately to push myself onto. Then my chance, and I asked, what she thinks of my view. She said that she has a boy friend already and was looking for only a causal encounter. Next her chance, she looked at me seductively and asked ‘I will give u dare sir.’ I said ok. She said, ‘Make out with me right now.’I immediately got up and sat beside her on the couch. I was sitting on my chair. I went, and caught her chin and raised her head up and kissed her. She responded very well, and slowly we shifted to french kissing and.