“Oh, my God,” Marsha apologized, “I shouldn’t have done that, I’m so sorry.” Cherry put her hand beside Marsha’s cheek and pushed her l...ps against hers and opened her mouth for her tongue. Marsha was stunned, but let their tongues mingle as she then felt the hand on her thigh move up under her dress.Cherry’s hand rested between Marsha’s legs, the palm pushing against her vaginal opening. Marsha was stunned, the hand didn’t move, just pushed against her vagina. She was waiting for fingers to. "But she's attracted to you. I can set her up for you. It might work." Yeah. Well. Let's go inside, okay?" He turned out the lights in the garage and we went into his living room, sitting on his sofa. "I'm not kissing you, understand? Not on the lips. And you sure aren't fucking my ass. I draw the line there."I nodded. My heart was starting to pound."You've got a nice body, you know? I mean, for a man. Nice cock, too." How nice?" I asked thickly. Mike put his hand over my zipper."I do this,. "Completely shaved, dressed smartly in slacks with no underwear," she'd stated with little noticeable emotion. She went on to describe in detail a leather leash she wanted him to create. She told him it was to be tied securely to his cock and left to hang out of the zipper. When they finally met he was to give her the loose end of the leash to signify his willingness to submit.He'd made all the preparations and tied the leash in place as best he could. He had to admit the cool and comfortable. Earlier visions of taking my time were clearly shattered by hunger. I parked Michaels enormous mushroom near my tonsils, as I sucked his shaft aggressively so... with no retraction at all. My mind was washed of all inhibitions as I continued savoring his depth. Michaels girth was sensational, filling my mouth to capacity. My hunger for this moment became more important, than any level of concern, my delicate approach, was tarnished. I pressed him into the sofa there was no where to run, his.