I mentioned that I had been on my college tennis team, but hadn’t played in years, since Marianne, my wife, didn’t like tennis. “We should hook ...p, sometimes,” Pam remarked nonchalantly. “Call me anytime,” I said. “So what are you doing around three?" Pam asked. Before I could answer, Marianne slipped in through the laundry room door, carrying a plastic bag with grocery items. “Well hello,” Marianne cheerfully called out, seeing me standing barefoot in the kitchen. “I didn’t know you took the. " I like a little hair." I replied. I could tell she was a little relieved that I didn't mind the extra hair. I went to slide my finger inside her but when I got to about the quick of my finger nail she winced and pulled back. "Hey, I've never done this, be gentle with me." So I proceded, a little slower this time. She closed her eyes and rubbed her boobs, letting out a little moan, carefull not to get anyone's attention downstairs. I started by licking her pussy from bottom to top, to the. She turned, forcing his head to lift and meet hers as his hands started to move from her waist, one moving up her back, the other slipping down to pull her closer against him. She'd waited long enough for him to make a move on her and quickly kissed him deeply, making sure he knew to carry on, her arms wrapped around his neck as their tongues moved against one another's.Rob's hands moved back to Lisa's hips, easing her against the worktop as their mouths remained locked together, only breaking. The officer, a tall, vicious man, entered the study, clad only in his bathrobe. In his hand he carried a crop. He took in the sight of the kneeling slave girl, a cruel sneer splitting his face.At his orders, Aisha fastened with thin chains, Lila's breasts and nose to a board on the wall. The chains were of enough length that, immobile and bent at the waist, they hung loose, barely, only their weight adding to Lila's discomfort. Her wrists she fastened together in front of her.Bent over at the.