The door opened slowly to reveal a man perhaps twenty years her senior, trim and handsome in a rugged sort of way, graying around the temples. His fac... and arms were weathered. The eyes were bright but seemed to reflect a life of hardship and pain. The belt around his fit waist was wide, the buckle large with etchings of Native American symbols. His large mustache reminded her of town Marshals in western movies."Well," he said smiling kindly, "they grow 'em kind of short here don't they? Pretty. No, I haven't," Peter stammered, wishing the ground would swallowhim up."I think we'll keep you in them from now on, then," Angie told him."Since you appear to like them and since they'll help your treatment.You can get dressed now." She leant forward and removed the collar andPeter stood and picked up his trousers, eager to hide both his erectionand the female underwear. Pulling his trousers up over the panties andfastening the button and closing the zip somehow made them feel morepermanent -. I was still moaning loudly then he slapped me on my butt. . . After finishing his thirst he stood up and rubbed my pussy with his dick. . I was in heaven. He asked me to do blow job. . . I was very excited and took his dick in my hands and started to lick and taste it. . . I was cum thirsty, so i gave him hardcore blow job. .He moaned in pain and pinched my nipples so hard. . . It was”ahhhhhhhhhhhh!! Saali teri tho aaj phad kar dikhaunga. . . Meri sexy randi”. . . While he was moaning i sucked. Well, mostly just to my eager eyes. I crawled down and opened her legs wide enough to fit me. I’d seen her like this many times before, but she never ceased to leave me in awe. She was beautiful; breathtaking with her wavy locks spread around her like a mane, her perfect breasts rising with her rapid breaths, her stomach with the small scar she’d gotten as a child on the lower left side, the dark hair that covered her sex, and her lovely thick thighs. Her dark brown eyes were lust-filled, but I.