" Thank you Vladimir," Volodymyr said quietly, slurring the words a little. "Thank you for being so kind to me." Think nothing of it honey. Now up you...go."Volodymyr steadied himself with a hand on the back of the chair and stepped onto it as gracefully as he could. It was difficult in the suicide outfit he'd chosen: a tight white sheath dress, slit up the side and the gold sandals. He'd taken the handcuffs that Vladimir had left on the chair for him. Now, standing on the chair and trying to. As we both stand there silent, smiling at the check out, I look at you. You are a black, shapely, mature gal, impulsively my hand brushes your ass. You swiftly turn and I smile.I am encouraged by you not appearing to be angry. You lay the last of your items on the belt at the check out, and my hand firmly grabs your ass, and lets go. Again you look at me, but say nothing. My items go on the belt and I get a bit closer to you, and hiding my hand from view, I caress your ass, my fingers sliding. He released his hand but I stayed pressed back against him as he wrapped my arms in front of me, grasping my wrists. I heard the restraints click together again. This time my wrists were bound. Then, a firm hand on my back, forcing me onto all fours, balanced delicately on my shackled wrists. I wouldn’t have to wait long in that position. While Cyrus had me on all fours, he matter-of-factly slid his cock back inside me, then pushed me face down, forcing my arms out in front of my head.I could. “I can go even deeper if you want…” she purred with bedroom eyes.“Ohhh fuck yes,” I said.She started gliding her tongue up and down my shaft while twisting both her hands in opposite directions at the same time. It felt so warm and tight and made my body tingle. She proceeded to take me deeper into her throat and I heard her gag a little. I had hoped she didn’t mind and I went to ask if she was okay, but then I heard her say:“I love choking on your dick, I want even more of you. My pussy is.