Then I hitched my knees slightly and angled my hips. He was able to get deeper and the pressure was rapidly building to a crescendo. I felt him stiffe... and swell some more and he slowed, then held still.“This is bloody amazing!” He gasped.“I know.” I whispered. “Please don’t stop!”He wiggled from side to side making my insides churn and then he bucked slightly and phuked me hard and deep picking up pace and groaning. I felt him tensing and I knew what was about to happen. I felt him pause and. He doesn’t need to be told twice – I see with satsfaction he forgets to stop the Pay Per Minute porn – we’re getting a small premium on that too. He follows me along the hallway and I can feel his eyes looking over me – I know I look sexy in my white lace panties, white stockings, and loose fitting nightie. As we go back into the room I take a look at my husband – his cock moves almost imperceptibly at the sound of the door. I motion to my guest to remain silent as I take up the paddle. . " That sounds wonderful," Laura said, turning her head from side to sidein front of the mirror as Pierre molded the longer strands around herface, "but, remember the shade should be something subtle. Thinkcountry girl. Innocent. You know."At this, Pierre, could no longer control himself. He held the back ofhis hand over his mouth in an attempt to suppress the giggles as hebuckled over, scissors in hand."Laura, dear, country girl with no eyebrows, permanent eye makeup andenough collagen in your. My hand inside you - filing you, your fingers on your clit and with my mouth firmly latched on and pulling your nipple deeply into my mouth your body is stimulated to the point that it all becomes a blur. I imagine that your eyes are still closed - but instead of seeing blackness, you see the shimmering colors moving as a kaleidoscope in front of you but that turning of those shapes and colors are increasing as your fingers increase the tempo that you are administering to yourself, aghhhhhhh.