.....it was amazing!I was imagining being dressed in just black stockings and patent high heels and tied with my arms above my head and my Master gath...ring my long hair over my left shoulder out of the way and as I dropped my head exposing my back and neck ready for punishment. My legs were spread apart with a spreader bar and my back was arched slightly as I leaned over leaving me totally exposed for your ultimate pleasure. My vertebrae visible just enough to act as a guide for your. Her muscle wrapped tightly around my tongue and tried to lock it in place, but I pressed on and stuck my tongue as far up her ass as I could. It touched smooth, hot silkiness. Shivers raced all over my skin, and I grew drunk from the sheer depravity of my action. “Yes, slut, yes!” Every contraction of her pucker was accompanied by a trembling in Clare’s hips. “Eat my ass out!” It happened without warning. One moment she was wiggling and trembling, the next one her pucker clenched almost. I don't know if I will be able to be your Mistress. "Skip said, "Oh don't worry about it, we will go slow. Just think about having a good time, OK. Then if you feel your not doing the right thing, we will stop. Then I will just hold you... and fuck you silly all night."Saturday Amanda made sure she had everything needed packed. Then drove to the hotel early and checked her in. She went to her room and unpacked a few things. Then sat on the bed wringing her hands nervously, she hoped she was. He was sure he could wiggle out of yet another predicament. But this time, Meredith would have none of it."Get your hands off of me!"Startled at the tone of her voice, Michael backed off."Aren't I good enough for you, Michael? Aren't I pretty enough?" The funny thing is Meredith was pretty enough. They had met in college. Michael was two years older, the captain of the lacrosse team. Meredith was petite with raven colored hair. Her face radiated perfection and her body was pert and toned. By.