I look at her some more – she’s wearing those ‘fuck me shoes’ I love so much and dark stockings that travel up to her thighs. My eyes shift to...her stomach, smooth and tight made even more gorgeous by the addition of the black suspender belt. Oh how I want to run my hands and tongue all over her skin and further up to those full and firm…Oh My God How has it taken me this long to realise. No bra; she isn’t bare though; those voluptuous breasts of hers, pert wearing dark sparkling diamonds that. For him it was 'payback time' and he didn't think her co-operation would continue so was determined to drain every ounce of sexual activity out of her so when she finally immerged from her room, quite some time after he had dumped her and said. "My bottom is sore". He laughed and between giggles asked. "Why is that?" His question did confuse her and it was well over a minute before she responded in words that for her were words that she would never encounter, let alone pronounce. "You ... you. This was accompanied by a tight top that left nothing to the imagination. When she heard me coming down the stairs she immediatly jumped up and ran to hug me, a common practice between us. We flirted no matter what, regardless of our relationship status. As soon as I sat down Alanna laid down on top of me, her head resting right on my washboard stomach. Both of us being the flirtatious type, we had played game like "Would You Rather?" and "The Nervous Game" together before, but always in a. "Yes mistress", he moaned in reply, knowing that even the slightest touch to his cock now would make him burst and hoping he would be able to hold himself. She held on to his hips to steady herself as she felt the pleasure building inside of her. He was moving faster now, moaning and grunting, his ass feeling stretched and oh so full. He knew what it was doing to her and he wanted to make her cum, he wanted to please his beloved mistress. She was gripping his hips harder, thrusting into him,.