Being a slave I couldn’t really ask her why.As she sat up on top of me, parted her legs and slammed me into her wet pussy, I moaned, and she smiled ...gain. I watched her soft and smooth boobs jump as she moved on top of me with her head tilted back. It was strange how she climaxed without penetration, just from torturing and controlling me, and then fucked me as my reward.As she moved on top of me and put my hands on her boobs, she told me, “There is a surprise for you the nex day”. I was both. My wife can relate to this video and admits it's her. Even the clothes, coincidentally, that she wears on her back are the same. The red bra, the red panties (the same ones that are still sold at Walmart) the skirt, the blouse, etc. Even the size and weight looks exactly the same (petite and plump)Some characteristic details (pacifier, mole on the neck, chest, red dot near the right ear, etc.) despite the foundation she put on her face and neck.You speak English and French (bilingual) and she. You found one vacancy that you thought you would like: Cheap rent, decent location, everything you could possibly want in a place. The one catch is that the people putting it up are college students, looking for a roomate. After talking to the landlord on the phone, he told you that they loved to party, and it seemed that they never went to class. They were nice enough, he told you, but they like the night-life. Out of desperation and a liberal "why not?" attitude, you have decided to meet the. We looked at the items and tried to figure out what they were for. After a couple minutes, my brother jumped up and began bouncing up and down."You're going to buy a boat!" Eddie shouted."No," Mom said with a smirk."Then what are these things for?" I asked."We already bought a boat," Dad said."What kind of boat?" I asked."Is it a fishing boat?" Eddie said."Where is it? Are you going to keep it in the yard like the Fredrick's do?" I asked.The Fredrick family lived down the road from us and had a.