"He looked up, the wistful longing in her voice instantly bringing his erection to full mast. Is this real or play? Then he let his hands drop to his ...ides and said, "Be my guest," because it didn't really matter which it was.She reminded him of an innocent, so tentative were her actions, her hands shaking as she unfastened the button. Or maybe just an impatient woman, he thought, although the style of woman mattered little to his libido. It took a bit of effort to resist pushing her head down. Heselects the warm-up whip, a buggy whip for flicking all over her back and buttocks.He is going to enjoy this. Ordered to kiss and suck her Master's penis, Lauren lifts one hand and guidesit to her small mouth, kissing it, rolling back the foreskin and kissing thenaked tip, touching the tiny lips at its entrance with her tongue-tip, thenenveloping the head and flicking her tongue over the rim of it. She feels hishand in her hair taking control of her head, of her mind, of her will. Jamieis. Then down my tummy to the inside of my thighs. She pushed me back on the chaise and felt me up between my legs. My eyes fluttered as she passed over my vagina. She traced the outline of my labia through the soft cotton, finding my clit, then down to the V at the bottom. I was completely under the power of her touch.Off came my panties. She stood and said, "I'm going to take mine off, too. That ok?" I nodded and watched her undress. She carries some weight, of course. But, her breasts are ample,. . . stop . . . stop . . . don't, don't, stop, don't . . . stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop don't stop, DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP!"Peter had no intention of stopping, would not have been able to stop even if he had wanted to. His face and arms were running with sweat, he was gasping for breath, lights flashed in the red haze before his eyes and he was fucking like an automaton, aware of nothing except the urgent need to rid himself of the mounting pressure in his loins.He clawed at Susana's.