When I am with my trainer my slave is required to go outside and watch thru the window. When we are done my slave comes in and cleans up my pussy. Whi...e he is outside of course he is locked up and wearing panties. Now my slave satisfies me and I no longer care if he cums.My slave makes sure my house is picked everyday before I get home. His body is shaved twice a week and he paints his nails the same color as mine each week. I work out everyday and my slaves sets my workout clothes out for me. "OK," she sighed softly.It turned out that studio time had been allocated on a per chapter basis. They had already gone over the allotted time for the two chapters they'd read through, so the man, whose name turned out to be Charles, told them they were done for the day. He also asked if they could both come back the next day.They looked at each other. Bob nodded, and then raised his right eyebrow, an obvious "Is that OK?" You got a phone?" asked Layla."Sure," said Charles. He took them into a. He nodded and smiled up at me. This was about control. He's a man of power in his real life, and needed to surrender. I put just the tip in his mouth, then put my hands on his head. "You may stroke, but don't cum." He nodded. "Now, cradle it with your tongue." I said gently and placing my hands on either side of his head. I pushed in slowly as he ran his right hand under his dress and started to stroke himself. He didn't gag when I hit the back of his throat. "This isn't your first time,. My back need more oil,” Nichole demands. My dick is hard once more as I over work the oil into her firm ass cheeks.” Turning over I suggest that her front now needs some oil. She declines but offers to oil me. We stand a couple of feet apart and I watch her squeeze the white cool cream onto her hands. I flinch as the cool cream is lavished over my torso.Seizing this opportunity I fondle her boobs, easily moving the material protecting her nipples. Without readjusting her nipple coverings she.