"Yummy," she moaned. She was close enough that Daniel could smell the sickly sweet combination of perfume and whiskey that Mariah Grey seemed to favor... With great self-control, Daniel managed to push her away. "This isn't right ma'am," he stammered. "What would your husband think?" "I don't give a damn what he thinks!" Mariah roared, pinioning Daniel's hands to her breasts. "Now get on your knees and service me!" "Mrs. Grey!" Daniel uttered, shocked at her aggressiveness, "You know it isn't. Elegant hand still gripping her ankle to make herself available to him, she maintained the pose even as he reached her, foot skidding on her yoga mat as she was slammed back against the wall. One hand held her around her throat, squeezing lightly as he focused on tearing away the soaked layers between him and his prize. Behind him the women were gasping, buzzing with chatter and amazement. None tried to stop him as he ripped away her pants and panties, strands of stretchy fabric snapping while. " With her firm round breasts with erect nipples that pointed right at him, the puffy white diaper she wore made the image all the more sexy. Doug pulled the blankets way back and Tanisha climbed into bed with her bum against the headboard. Dough shackled her ankles in place and then her wrists, tightening the ropes as he did so, pulling her arms and legs taut. He then buckled a posture collar around her neck so that she can't turn her head from side to sire and pull him out of. “Dorothy. You sexy woman.” She put her arms around my neck.“Oh,” she said. “I like to be shagged. I've never actually said that before – or anything like it – but I like that idea very much.” I wondered for a split second if she had meant to say, “I would like to be shagged” or if she was telling me she had experience in this area and was looking forward to picking up where she had left off, however long ago that might have been, and showing me her expertise. She marched me confidently into her.