I could even feel her breath on my upper thighs, even on my pussy as she studied it intently. It was a disappointment when she finished and went back ...o her easel. I'd even found myself hoping she'd like a taste, I was getting so horny again.But then Henry came back, moving behind me. His fingers pried into the crack of my ass, touched my anus gently and my knees went weak again. He traced the little gap separating that opening from my pussy, and I remembered how his guide dog's nose had felt. Trembling with trepidation, she very gently tried to tell him that she did not think that pain enhanced her enjoyment.“So?” he asked, “I like to spank you, and that is what matters.”She responded more firmly, “But I have not been trained from birth to give in to any whim of the man in my life.”“I did tell you that would not be anything special, and must behave like the others, especially you need address me as Master, and you will have to learn to obey.”Nicola thought for a moment and then. It was already sticky and greasy. If I had been rubbing my thigh all the time, the love liquid would drip onto the ground. "Don't... don't be here... a lot of people are paying attention to Minny's...master... um..." "Okay! Starve to death, eat!" Fortunately, the boss only took two or three times and then reached back, but the boys behind me who noticed me probably saw it. "Then...the master...the bra can...can you let Minny get dressed?" I asked. The boss looked at me for a while, then nodded,. My smell I had no problem recognizing, but there was other wetness and a tantalizing smell that was almost new to me, then I realized I had smelled it many times and just never before realized what it was.A groan escaped my throat.“What’s the matter, honey? Are you coming down with something? First you break the first rule of machismo to use somebody else’s bathroom and now you’re groaning. Are you falling apart on me?” My wife was only partially joking.Don’t get me wrong, I’m not Iron Jake or.