He gets a steady rhythm, reaching down and squeezing my wobbling breasts. He uses them to work me back and forth, driving his long thick cock down my ...hroat. He teases my nipple rings and I moan with pleasure as he uses me.I am teetering at the brink of my orgasm again. I feel his cock swell, but he stops again and I left to shudder at the edge of climax. He moves back between my legs and enters my now sopping pussy. My lips stretch to take his girth. Again, he grasps the harness and moves my. “ “It’s not locked” was the only reply Laura was able to give. Francesca was always been an energy woman, a good mom, at 39, self sure about what to do or not to do, attentive for her 5.6 slender body , her make up, her black hair but, in that moment, she seem, at the eyes of Laura, another woman. Her hairs were messy, with light evidence of a washed make up. Just in a flannel robe like she was just and old house wife. She was show herself as 10 years older. Her red eyes testified she cry too.. However, the silhouette of the jacket was decidedly feminine. Ibuttoned the two buttons of the jacket and looked at my reflection.The suit was certainly made for a woman, but it was not especiallygirly. It was a power suit, the kind of suits that Natalie wore fromtime to time to break up the monotony of her skirt suits and dresses.I put on my shoes and walked out of the room. Natalie grabbed me andpulled me into the bathroom. She forced her tongue into my mouthbefore she said, "We need to. "No!" was all he could cry - but just at that moment he felt his ballsacktighten. His hands slowly came away and he looked down. Down past thatsmooth, soft belly and saw, and felt his scrotum literally tightening.Blonde curls fell into his vision, and he heard Mrs Campbell laugh again.In horror he looked at John. "Please John, this can't happen to me,please, don't make me your girl!" It's too late," said John, "We'll be making love as man and wife beforethe sunrises - please, don't fight it.