It was supposed to be a soufflé but it fell as I took it out of the oven.”“You mean you dropped it?” he asked, knowing full well the answer and...thinking, Just the chance I’ve wanted. An excuse to spank her.“No. I didn’t drop it. It just collapsed on the plate. I’m sorry,” she apologised, looking a little fearful.“Did you try to make a soufflé before?”“No. I thought it would be a nice surprise for you. I did it exactly as the recipe said,” she mumbled.“Recipes are not everything. And with a. Getty corrected."The blouse," Tuck paused, shook his head slightly not knowing how togo on. His voice soft he continued, "I am wearing ... a blouse thathas no pockets and is very form fitting. There is a small lace circleof fabric on the wrist."He picked his arm up to look at the sleeve more closely, the selfinspection previously absent. As he assumed, the lace formed littleflowers, but he noticed looking at the sleeve now in detail that thepetals were actually formed by the stitching.He. It gave a slight pump in the pubic bone and she tried to keep control of the body. "Put your hands behind the back, now!" He commanded her. Now she began to feel his power. Something soft waged around your senior and tightened. Had to be a soft rope of some sort. "Close your eyes completely." He tied the scarf up and replaced it with the mask he had bought. A blindfold mask, which he knew made ​​her totally blind. He had bought it with the rope and another surprise in the little sex shop around. But then that hot cock pushed against her fuckhole, and she knew she was lost. With a loud moan, Vicky pushed back against it, allowing that stranger's cock to enter her. The head pushed her lips apart and stretched her hole. The man moaned deeply. His hands, strong and rough, a working man's hands, grabbed her hips and pulled her back. Vicky pushed her hips toward him, allowing another inch of that magnificent cock to spear her. It really was thick, and it stretched her almost painfully. She.