We’re not to have intimacy with anyone.” Father Fontane put his forearms on his desk to lean toward his associate. “Look Dott, you really don�...t want to go making a big stink about things do you? Wouldn’t it better for you to…you know...settle down and you and me come to an understanding?”Dott heard threat in Fontane’s words and felt both his resolve and voice soften.“Okay Everett. Okay. But, can we at least talk about the matter of intimacy? I mean, after what I saw, I think you can. He helped her redress, perhaps symbolically the same clothes he himself had taken her out in the previous evening, knickerless though this time with the addition of a collar a simple black dog collar, complete with the engraving Rays slut, which he locked onto her lovely neck keeping the key, in exchange for her fitting him with a chastity device, the key for which she carried in her purse. The taxi fetched her at 8, and he didn't see her till 8am Sunday morning and still has no idea what. She ran her hands over her wide hips and complimented herself on the contrast of her blue panties and lightly milky skin. She winked and blew a kiss at herself before pushing her panties down and kicking them into the corner. She walked over to the lamp lighting her room and glanced at her natural Euro beauty in the mirror one last time before turning the light out. She slowly made her way back to the bed and climbed under the covers to start her weekend of sleeping. It didn’t take long for her. She moaned, screamed and pushed against my thrusts. "I'll look after her asshole," volunteered Cameron chivalrously. He spread lubricant on his wife's bumhole and got one finger and then quickly a second and then a third finger into her anal tunnel as my fist drove into her more than accommodating pussy. We fucked her holes in unison until Cameron removed his fingers from his wife's anus and without ceremony jammed in the vibrator she had used earlier and turned it on, I could feel the.