So I needed a distraction. I grabbed her leg and pulled her body around where she straddled my face. I’m looking up at a pussy and asshole that look... like it is on fire. I spread her legs wide so I can see right into her open pussy; then spread her ass cheeks and stick fingers in both holes…and she moves her ass back for me to go deeper. She’s still going to town on my dick now - and I pull her pussy down unto my face. I’m sucking, licking, biting and sticking my tongue as far into her hot, wet. " HE WAS THERE? Why didn't you mention that little fact when we talked about the party?" I was past just being mad; I was on my way to being enraged. "You know how I feel about Franklin and yet you spent time with him and then you hide that fact from me. NOT A GOOD THING, JACKIE." I didn't tell you because I knew you would be mad. Franklin was at the party with someone else and we just ran into each other. I only danced with him twice and we had a drink together. That's all Ray, I swear." You. Vanessa would likely scream when she woke. Then came his little drawer of toys which contained butt plugs, vibrators, dildos, Ben Wa balls, candles, nipple clamps, genital clamps... There was a table; a long metal pole that came out from the ground, cushioned with rough leather; a leather chaise lounge. The ceiling was covered in loops and mechanisms for suspension. To the far right was a variation of cages. A large spacious cage that the slave could stand in, walk in; a tall, thin one that. I noticed that her navel was pierced with a rather large gold ring. She was wearing a tight short red mini-skirt at least five inches above her trim knees made even more revealing by a slit up the side. She had on sheer dark unpatterned stockings (or pantyhose I wondered - I was going to find out soon) and red leather pumps with four-inch spike heels and small buckles. She was wearing very simple jewellery, small earrings and a silver medallion on a thin chain around her slender neck, which.