Upon closer inspection her arms and wrists, which seemed to be boundbehind her, were not. Her wrists were simply crossed behind her in asymbolic postu...e that was apparently voluntary. Her pretty blonde hair attimes hid a thick black, silver studded leather collar she wore aroundher neck. Suddenly another obvious characteristic of this cute littleblonde girl was perhaps even more unique. Between her legs pointingupward was a hard and good sized cock that was standing at completeattention!. I knew she was also coming close to orgasm and decided to change position. She wouldn’t let go of my head, but I came up to kiss her once more and asked her to come and sit on my face. “You surely know how to torture women, you brute, “she said and willingly came and lowered herself to my lips.This was one of my favourite positions, allowing me to drink as much pussy juice as it comes out. My cock had in the meanwhile recovered from the edge and as I laid on my back I was becoming more. He always liked the younger, slimmer blondes and I was far from that these days. My figure isn't what it was in high school.Morgan's secretary was probably about 21 with long flowing blonde hair, brown eyes, and big boobs. She wore skimpy outfits and always seemed to be shaking her ass around any man who would pay attention. Morgan's probably banged her a few times on the nights he was "working late." I always died my hair a lighter blonde for Morgan, figuring that's what he liked and maybe I. Those were the two people who’d entered their bedroom, undressed, and crawled to snuggle into the position he’d held her in since her earliest childhood bad dreams. The way they slept most nights since they’d first become one in the last way that they hadn’t always been; him wrapping his arms around her, Julie snuggling into his embrace. The ‘Had the Pool Dream’ variant of the position was called for, so the embrace was extra-tight, and her face was buried in his shoulder.He was no longer the.