Mark then sat down in the chair that was in the middle of the room and told me to do to him what he had just done to me.I got down on my knees in fron... of him and took his little dick in my mouth. It tased salty, from the sweat of playing all day. It tasted great. I started going up and down on his dick like it was a lollipop. I loved it. I did not want to stop sucking his dick. He told me to look at him while I had him in my mouth and he told me what a great job I was doing. He put his hand on. She used both her hands to rub the spit all over his shaft making it shine in the lights of the now empty art studio. I could not believe this was happening. My memory fired-up by what I was seeing seemed to recall a very difficult artist she had built an entire show around. He was going to bolt but at the last second but then he had changed his mind. Could this be why?Another five minutes went by watching my wife relentlessly pull on his schlong and he seemed no closer to cumming. "My arm is. " I muttered quietly in between shuddering sobs, compliant to His will. Though I would be loathe admitting it to Him, I felt a rush of heat and wetness alight in my cunt as i surrendered to Him. "Good girl." He undid the rope, and rubbed my forearms. "I think we'll put on the cuffs, because, let's face it -- you're not going anywhere soon." He chortled, "and we can't have your pretty little limbs getting all numb and losing circulation." He moved my limp arms to be in front of me, and latched. She was beyond control. A new thrill had overpowered her body. She wanted her ass to be stuffed. “Fuck me darling, take my ass please, fuck me in the ass with your fingers” She moaned her eyes ablaze with lust.This was the moment Mithali had been waiting for. She withdrew her hand and tongue all of a sudden, again leaving the younger woman high and dry. Before she could open her mouth, she froze as she saw the old woman carry a long thin dildo with a strap attachment. Lovingly Mithali strapped.