I guess it beats being called Spike, which in the end, was reserved for our dog.It was Sunday, and the sun was glaring its way through my bedroom wind...w. I could hear my parents out the back squabbling about their feeble attempts to light the barbecue and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was called down. I was the only one who could get the old thing working and every time I ask them why they haven't bought a new one.''Well, it's not something we use often enough to remember to upgrade.''. He again got down, widened her legs little and parted her butts he smelled her ass and kissed her ass hole. He now again parted her ass with both the hands. Started licking her ass, he was licking her ass like a hungry dog, Oh god he is just awesome.His tongue was working fast and lovely, he now separated her legs and kissed, slide his figure inside her pussy, didi moaned with pleasure, she was wet, he was licking her ass hole and figuring her pussy.Didi was eyes closed and enjoy the play,. Actually, it was two lies. The first was when you said you used it to wipe up a spilled drink. You drink scotch on the rocks and Brian as drinking vodka tonics. Neither of those is a milky white drink and the spots on the table were milky white — just like cum. I sniffed the hankie when I took it out of the wastebasket and it did not smell of alcohol; it smelled like pussy and sex and I've had my nose buried in your bush enough tomes to know the smell. If that wasn't enough, neither scotch nor. I had been with Paul for around a month and he'd introduced me to bondage and dirty talk. I found that I loved being tied and helpless while he used me any way he wanted and called me the filthiest names under the sun. I grew to love being called a slut and a whore, and acting like one for him. When I was blindfolded and helpless he often used to tell me he was going to get another guy to come and use me like the whore I was, and the idea turned me on.One day I was tied, blindfolded and.