"Hands," I commanded and two pairs of wrists were produced. Still, something was wrong. I waited, not tying them."Master? We would like to request som...thing." Not to complain. Please do not misunderstand" We are exceedingly happy with all that you do." You know that something occurred between Sally and me." We, well, we find we need to touch." It is not necessary and if it pleases you" To arrange us at night to prevent us touching" Then we will be pleased to please you." But, Master, it is. ” He smiled and it almost looked compassionate.“It’s all true,” she said.He nodded, grimacing, and went inside.Sara’s mom drew her took a hot bubble bath surrounded by scented candles and Sara took a good long soak while her father disappeared into his office to make his phone calls. The bath helped her relax and it also gave her the chance to make sure she was still in one piece. She felt sore and a little raw, but nothing hurt and as far as she could tell there was no bruising or anything.. Although we used to talk explicitly about our fantasies in graphic details, she was still reluctant for the real thing. And it took a ton of persuasion to convince her to come to my room alone. I clearly remember that it was a chilly day before Christmas and this day is still imprinted in my memory.As soon as she entered my room, I slammed the door and grabbed her ass. I was overwhelmed by lust overflooding my body. Within a minute, my hand was inside her pussy. It was a tight pussy and when I. My husband(at the time) and I were participating in a special archeological studyof a tribe which had no previous contact with modern man.We are both in our early 30s. I am rather tall at 5' 10" 140 lbs. withlong blond hair and (if I do say so myself) a killer body!) Stan, myhusband, was a shrimp at 5' 6", 120 lbs. with a physic of a child. He hadlongish brown hair with somewhat gentle features. A real Nerd! Myself, Ilove to keep in great athletic form. Stan is not interested. I.