She holds it and I see her judgement on her face. Is that real or part of the act? When we play these roles it is hard to tell what is real or not. 'S...it on my face' I finally beg.Emma moves her head and mouth close to mine. I can feel her warm breath. She then spits over my face. I feel her spit drop down my chin and over my eyes. 'Again' I ask. She spits again and again. Every time I feel it hit my face I am getting even more turned on. The warmth of the spit and the combined humiliation an. For her, sex was the joining of a man and woman expressing love and affection. She hadn't bought into the absurdity of sex as dirty or evil. The purity I saw in her face was real. It was the purity of an uncorrupted spirit expressing itself through that most intimate of communication."Sorry, I was making a joke. Anal sex isn't anymore dirty than any other sex. A person should be clean for any sex and as long as you are clean then it isn't dirty." She watched the screen some more."Does it hurt?". Does my pet enjoy being frustrated to within an inch of her life? Does it turn her on to be brought to the edge over and over again, not knowing if she will ever be allowed to have an orgasm again? A whimper. A throb. ‘Mhmm. I love it when you moan for me pet’. As he spoke the words, his fingers snaked towards the delicate folds of his property. The first contact of his fingertips against her wetness made her gasp. She could still feel just how sensitive she was and even the tiniest trace of. We both were breathing deeply from excitement as my tongue explored every inch of her mouth. This women gave me the sexiest French kiss of my long life and I reciprocated with loving kisses to her neck, face and hands. My exposed cock was now fully erect. Carol pulled her dress down and spread her legs wide so she could enjoy my sensual manipulations. Her whole body responded as her moans grew more and louder. Her hips thrust forward as my finger went inside her and soon I was gently rubbing.