He tells Emma to stand with her panties still around her knees, her dress does fall down over her warmed ass. He places the handle of the leash in Em...a’s mouth, tells her to go clean her face of the smeared makeup from crying, get undressed, and be in position for him on the bed.“You have fifteen minutes,” Donald tells her. He hasn’t given her time limits for completing things in a long time. Emma hurries to comply with his wishes.She cleans and refreshes her makeup, undresses and kneels on. A few months ago I flashed my tits at a delivery driver when my bathrobe accidentally fell open, nobody has ever seen my pussy.”“I just did it on instinct, it wasn’t planned or intentional,” I replied“When we get in the cab I want you to see if you can work out a way of fingering me without the driver knowing.” Carol’s words were delivered assertively and confidently.“I’m going to have a problem hiding my boner,” I said“Backpack, on your lap.” Carol had an answer for everything.We got a cab. Your fingernails scrape gently across my abdomen and stop to dip into my belly button. I suck in a breath at the exquisite feeling. My face grows red as I smell my arousal. ”So soft. So smooth,” you say as your hand moves even lower over my shaven mound. I want you to touch my clit. Wanting your fingers inside, to make me come. But you stop and I can feel you move over me. You‘re kneeling over me. I can smell you just inches away from my face. I realise what you have in mind, even before you. All her pent up emotions came boiling to the surface.Marissa stared at Alan for a moment. Time seemed to stop.She threw the card and picture down on the couch and stalked towards Alan.Marissa threw herself into his arms. Hunger consumed her. It wasn't just sexual desire. With Alan, she felt loved and wanted. Not for her body. Not for her talents in the bedroom. Simply for being herself.Alan wasn't fully prepared for her assault and staggered back a step or two. Marissa was all over him. She.