She was smiling but her eyes were serious.“No,” I answered immediately. “I mean, it might be different if you were pulling hobos off the street ...nd offering to hum them. But with a partner you know, I don’t see anything wrong with an expanded sexual repertoire.”“So, uh, let’s say next week, I want you to do my butt, are you OK with it?” Liz asked.I gulped slightly.“If you are,” I said.“I am,” Liz admitted with embarrassment. “I enjoy it that way. I mean, not every time but more often than most. So once again, they sit across a table, trying now to reach across adifferent kind of line than just a language, trying to understand.Peter sits in a rumpled sweatshirt, baggy cords; what is underneath?Still the satin and the lace that he'd been caught in, maybe, Jean-Pierre wonders. He had kept his back turned, Peter had turned as well,as flushing, shamed, he scrambled into clothes he was supposed to wear,dull in color like the dead air in empty hotel restaurant where theysit, crumpled as the. I has the pleasure of seeing her in panty, the floral print was coming right in front of her love hole. I touched her panty which was drenched in her juices. I moved it to her thighs and lastly put my tongue onto her vagina , it gave her shivers, her moaning and trembling increased as I began to put the tongue inside her. After 5 mins a huge amount of juices rushed out of her vagina which I drank , It was diff but I took it .Now it was her turn she opened my zip and made way for the monster to. She climbed over him as if she had not noticed the comment, and almost ran to the bathroom. Retuning shortly looking relieved. She asked him about his fantasies, and he grinned said that “yes, he did fantasise he was afraid, and pee was one of them, as was bondage, spanking and one or two other what he termed as ‘Kinks’!” she to my amazement said she was “looking forward to exploring them, with him, but not in this place and not today as she was well sore from the hammering he had given her.