He looks cute; my nipples detect it.We sit and chat, he's cute in addition to looking good.After too many drinks, I follow the guy home he lived nearb....He gave me a drink when we got to his apartment. We kissed; he was a good kisser.As we entered his bedroom, he quickly got the clothes off me. I felt it like electric shocks when he touched my body.But he avoided touching my breasts and I still had panties on.He held my arms firmly over my head. We kissed deeply and wonderfully. I only wanted. He looked up at Natasha and grinned his approval. He continued sipping his drink and felt sip tasted differently than the last, yet each was just as incredible.The room came alive as Ben savored his drink. He leaned back in the large comfortable chair and put his feet on the ottoman in front of it and continued to sip his drink. He enjoyed the feeling of the room as candlelight danced and flickered around the room. The leather chair began to feel as if it too were alive. The huge chair was. It was obvious that she hadn't shaved in the last few days, as she had started to get that 5 o'clock shadow. Her lips were puffy and her clit was a nice one. It peaked out from under the hood and just begged to be licked and sucked on. Instead, I slid one finger inside her, just the tip and wiggled it around a little. Her hips tried to follow the path of my finger as she rolled them trying to keep up with me. I stood in front of her and slid the middle two fingers a little further, her. As he looked upon this tiny thing he was filled with a mixture of lust and anger. Catherine was whispering into his ear how she had broken it in while she rubbed his cock through his pants. When she was finished he called for the other slave. I hear you had a good time today. Tommy said as petted its head. As he watched it hold back tears he ordered it to strip him. Slowly it reached up and began to undo his shirt and pants. At the same time Catherine undressed. Once Tommy was naked he grabbed.