“You really like that, don’t you,” she asked? I had to admit I did. Every guys knows that sometimes our cocks speak much louder than any words w... could ever utter. I asked her to share more and to slowly stroke me as she did so. This wasn’t a test of trust I was laying on her. Now that I’m older I realize what a huge leap in faith it must have been, sharing these details with a man she would marry in a few months. One thing I’d learned with my ex wife was that if I pushed her too hard, - put. I watched as my husband swished the fresh semen around in his mouth then swallow it little by little. That was my moment, and I pushed down hard on his cock and triggered my orgasm. As I came I grabbed Evans cock and pushed it back into my husbands mouth and held it there while the waves of pleasure rushed through me. Don was pumping into me, intent on his own orgasm now, but I had something else in mind. It was cruel, but I quickly pulled off and left him humping empty air. What happened,. My long hair was pulled back tight into a topponytail. Could a fetish outting like this really be as bad as some ofthe other stuff I'd endured? I'd soon find out the answer was aresounding yes.This time, a handler attended the event with me. He affixed a leash to mycollar as we pulled up to a mansion. Instead of pulling up to the frontdoor where most of the cars were arriving, we were instructed to pullaround back where the "entertainment" could be dropped off. As we exitedthe vehicle, the. * * *We were hidden behind the biographies section, making out, trying to be quiet as possible, for fear of being discovered. I had my hand slipped under Tammy’s blouse, reveling in the warmth of the skin of her stomach, on the dare of a low, throaty moan I slowly inched my hands up closer to her breasts. When I accidentally brushed across a surprisingly hard nipple, I felt Tammy stifle a shocked gasp into my shoulder, and grind her body against mine.Her hands, like little thieves crept.