The next day I called her at the appropriate time and we started talking.In the beginning it was little awkward as we both were trying to be nice with...each other and we both knew how this would pan out in the end. Our first conversation lasted for twenty minutes and then our call became more and more intimate. She was married for few years and she was deprived of any sexual gratification as her husband was ignoring her. Finally we decided to meet and it was decided that we would meet in a. My slacks and boxers were yanked to my ankles, both of them chuckling at my naked body, save for the cage around my cock.Emma put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. My mouth watered as I imagined what her pussy would taste like. She laughed as I licked my lips, reading my mind.'You will never touch my pussy before Marcus does, cuckold,', she drawled. I loved how the word 'cuckold' sounded in her southern accent.I watched as she walked over to Marcus' desk and disappeared. . Old Rich Ronald didn't keep that passage plowed? Or you just getting' old and fragile?"It took a little effort to unclench her teeth and answer. Not mention she'd lost her breath."Fuck you, Eric. He liked it back there and he was every bit big as you. He just took his time workin' it in." Actually, she didn't like having to say that; that was part of what drove her to be dissatisfied with Ronald in bed. He was always too considerate and never just took her like the bitch in heat she knew she. He left most of it up to Mistress Constance, who he brought in for the final preparations, but still checked in periodically and added his input.The slave had never felt so pampered in her life. She got bathed, massaged, powdered and oiled. Constance gave her a manicure and pedicure, both of which the slave had heard of, but never had. The petite domme spent hours styling her hair, and putting makeup on her. The cosmetics didn't just go on her face; any slight imperfection, mole, blemish, or.