The taste of cum and Ice Wine was an interesting combination.Some days I think back and feel dirty and others I think back and feel excited. So where ...as I? Oh yes, washing down the cum of an older, fat balding man with some yummy Ice Wine. I couldn’t believe what had just happened but oddly I took to being a slutty wife rather easily. I sat there looking over at my husband who was snoring away in the chair with his very shriveled up little cock peaking out of his pants. If I had a camera I. "And then, my darling, you discovered that your own mind, your own desire, is your greatest weakness. The pendant captured your gaze, just as it did earlier today, and you submitted to me." No..." Asiara felt tears trickle down her cheeks as all of these memories came back to her – not only of her failure a month ago, but of her life before that campaign. She had had a home, friends, and several lovers. She had had a whole life that, for the past month, she had had no memory of whatsoever."You. Shorty though, they reached their destination. This door was already open and a warm glow poured into the narrow hallway, making it very noticeable. The demon walked her to the doorway, then let go of her small hand, urging her to continue without him. Shock and disappointment hit her when she realized he wasnt budging. Why arent you coming? She asked with sadness mixed into her kind feminine voice. I am not allowed to join you, as much as I would like to do so, He half laughed, But I must get. Miller nodded his approval and turned his back to her to go sit in his chair. He sat down, looked up, and gasped. Mary had taken off her soaked khakis and panties and stood, bottomless in front of him while she fished around in her bag for her gym pants. Her pussy was exquisite. It was tight and perfectly trimmed. For such an unpopular girl, she kept impressive care of her snatch.Mr. Miller felt a stir in his pants. “Um,” he stammered, “what are you doing?”“I’m changing. Like you said,”.