Joey did not answer but he just got the bottle and poured some on his open palm and then gently applied it on Cynthia’s wet body. First he applied i... on her back and when he was through with that part he reached over to her breast and gently massaged those soft mounds of hers and sending her in fits of pleasure.“Oh, Joey that feels really good.” Cynthia moaned in pleasure.After a few minutes on massaging her voluptuous breasts he transferred his attention to her pussy. He knelt in front of her. She also had a very generous set of tits, she’d often lean on the side when speaking with me and expose just a little cleavage, just enough to get me excited but she knew I was looking and would look right into my eyes.I used to arrive to work in normal clothes and get changed there. The room I got changed in was a small wash room at the back of the pub that had excess stock and a washing machine and dryer. This is where we would wash all the table cloths and towels, but also where Lesley would. He could see her stocking clad legs, the bra, which was still on, was she bent over, her legs spread slightly, her pussy lips were visible from behind, John had a deep desire and kneel behind her and lick, to be submissive. Not just her pussy, but her arse hole, which looked so divine from here.But that wouldn’t be to form. Sarah was a once a month, missionary position girl. She knew of his dark fantasies of domination, humiliation and control. But try as they might, she wasn’t into it. Or. “Don’t move, darling," I warn, my voice husky with emotion. Snip! Snip! Snip! The sudden rush of cool air and the strange feeling of sharp cold steel accidentally touching you produces goose bumps to appear on the increasing amount of bare flesh. You feel the expensive cloth of your trousers parting over your legs, like the Red Sea but can’t understand how. Lying there passively you’re totally unprepared for my destructive onslaught. Despite the vibrator slowly but surely bringing you to.