I kept a steady rhythm, and was close to coming myself. Then as a looked down watching my cock thrust in and out of Denise’s wonderful pussy, I saw ...er puckered little asshole. As I was holding on to her hips with my hands I saw a bottle of lube on the night stand next to the bed. I picked it up and gave a squirt onto Denise’s asshole and followed it with my thumb. I slowly entered her with my thumb and let her adjust; she used her hand to lightly brush my hand away. Although I registered this. There wasn't much point in leaving work on time anyways you told yourself, why rush home to this? It's been the routine since your daughter Kylie left for school, studying painting at Boston Institute of Arts.The house seemed so immensely empty and silent since she left. What's most strange is that you really miss the things that used to annoy you most about her. Like how she would pace and walk around through the halls when talking on her cell. The second-floor hallway looked over the living. You will stay here and your pee is forbidden until I come back home."Without letting me answer or reply, she turned around and disappeared from the room. February - ExposedThe trip to Venice was something I didn’t realize Mistress was planning to do. I was happy when I was made aware of it, but I never thought it would become a humiliating experience and a test of my submission. One day, Mistress rented a gondola and a gondolier. She made me wear a classy outfit and took me to the place where. The blanket was positioned in a way that you could easily make out her pout nipples on her DD breasts and her firm and toned backside had crept its way out of it, showing itself to the world.You reached with your hand and gently brushed a lock of hair out of her face. It was like the more you looked at her, the more you fell in love.God no matter how much you looked at her you couldn’t get enough. You remember the first day that you saw her.It was at a party one college night. You were not the.