Slowly she got closer. Was she really going to do this? “Shall mummy give it a little kiss to help it get better?” I just nodded. She gently kisse... the tip of my helmet as she held the skin back.It felt like a feather over the tip of my cock, nothing like when Sarah does it. A few more light kisses on the helmet then a few down the side as she started to move the skin slowly. Then her tongue started to lick, up and down, as she stroked. Over my helmet, in little circular motions. As her tongue. She could pass for sixteen, or older, don’t you think? And she’s got the prettiest smile, especially after she’s orgasmed.I’d like to maybe fuck you later on, but I usually don’t fuck guys right away, particularly if they’re new like you. And anyway, I just fucked this new guy, another black-band. Oh, I told you that already. He was a wild man in bed, but he was still in this mind-set that he had to be this super-piston to get me off, and my cunt is still a bit sore and I want to give it a. “I mean, what are you up to sweetie?” she said in a high, fakey voice, “how was work today? Is she around? Yesterday was so nice, he he. Can’t wait to see you again. Fucking bitch.” “Oh,” he said, “that sucks.” “That sucks!? We’ve been together for two years, I’m not some girl he just met, this isn’t an open relationship.” “Let me just put a shirt on,” he said, “then we’ll talk.” “You really want to talk?” she asked bluntly. He took in Bailey’s long black hair, white skin and dark brown. ”“Yes, sir,” said the trainer. She snapped the reins. The ponygirl LoveDoll resumed her parade-ground prancing. “Knees high!” admonished the trainer, with a reminding smack of her riding crop on the ponygirl’s asscheeks. The pair moved off down the corridor to the metronome click of the ponygirl’s steel-shoed heels.Something buzzed around in Darcie’s mind. Dunn. . . Dunn. . . Then it clicked. “That owner—Miss Dunn, did you say? That wouldn’t be Lydia Dunn, chief of the Sex Crimes.