This little, unplanned tradition ended when you accidentally matched me with someone much more dominant than yourself, who had BDSM gear that would ha...e turned Christian Grey – Christian Green.*I remember every single minute of that night in heartbeat-rising detail...I was sipping bubbly from a glitzy champagne glass in his posh Kensington condo, wearing nothing but my underwear and fishnet stockings. My legs were curled under me, heels on – he told me to keep those on, despite the. ---The table tilts now, she's at a 45 degree angle, head down, cunt up. Her big 42D titties are handing upside down against her shoulders, the white undersides vulnerable and enticing. I pick up the sort whip and stand to one side and start swinging. She'd taunted me before, the conversation ran through my mind. "As far as the 'no blood' is concerned, what are you afraid of? I'm a big girl. Maybe you could see just a little bit. Maybe if the whipping gets intense?" It goes through my mind again. Each of Bruce’s hands had made their way to one side of the woman’s hips, holding tightly as he worked back against what she was doing to him at the same time. There was sweat building up between the two of them, not to mention all the fluid being pass, as Batman leaks pre-cum, and also trading the mess from his cock all over Julie’s tight walls. There was no avoiding it, as it brushes along Julie’s inner walls, being left behind by Bruce’s thrusting, even pushing deeper into her when he would. She would smile a lot and made many sexy sounds as her orgasms would wave across her. This pretty much sets the scene for recent events. She "dates" and I play at my secret dress-up games. Not long ago after she had left for her evening I set about my own preparations for my night as well. After showering and shaving, I slipped on a pair of suntan pantyhose (the support variety as I love the extra lycra), then a satiny bra complete with breast forms I had acquired over time. Then as she does, I.