I still didn’t get a chance to see his cock although he didn’t feel very big. I knew he could not be compared to Mike from Montreal even before re...oving his underwear. He was more the size of hubby. I removed his underwear and his cock popped out. His underwear were wet from his pre-cum and he smelled pretty good.His cock was semi-hard now because of all the excitement I put him through. I told him I loved his cock and that it smelled and felt great and asked if it was okay to make it even. She made her fingers wet and rubbed them on her nipples. She then showed me her navel and chubby belly before finally showing her hairy pussy. She spread her labia, giving me a clear view of her love hole and clit.“Do you want to lick it?” She asked after sending that snap. I would love to lick it until you beg me to fuck you, to put my cock deep inside your dirty cunt, I replied. She sent me another snap. This time, she was whispering in it while spreading her pussy.“Mmmm, you want to put your. Since I’m no good at inflicting enough pain on myself to actually die I shall try a different method one that will be sure to work. Shifting some more in her seat she glanced over at her friends. Would they care if she were gone? Would anyone even come to her funeral? Life had been so hard and she was going to quit. Even though she was taught that you should never quit she was going to. People around her burst out laughing leaving her thoughts disturbed and unfinished. Even though she no longer. She nodded and made him stand up, watching in approval as he behaved. She grabbed a pair of handcuffs, along with a dainty silver chain with a small key on it. Slipping the chain around her neck, she clicked the cuffs around his wrists; always a little too tight. "Hands up" she said and held open a hook. He obediently slipped the chain in through the opening. She let go, letting it snap back with an audible click. He stared ahead, anticipating his Mistresses punishment. She twirled.