And the ways I really like to do it: how did you know?Has my husband been kissing and telling?” This kind of freaked me out. I have no idea who ...eleste’shusband is; I just made all this stuff up. And besides, I rememberedthat in her mostly positive review of my little piece, the realCeleste (I think) had cautioned, “If anyone purporting to be Celestesends you e-mail that invites you to spend a weekend in a mountainretreat being my sextoy, it’s really not me.” Which. She was in sleeveless revealing top and tight blue jeans.I started the car and asked her where she wants to go. She told me that she wants to go to a good restaurant. I asked whether she will booze and she hesitantly replied in affirmative. We went to Carnival Restaurant in Koregaon Park and had good over time there. She got quite high due to drinks. While returning back, she noticed that i was staring at her cleavage. she asked what are you looking at. I said nothing. she then put her hand on. “Awful, mistress” I replied. “Good.” She lowered over me with a vial of my own cum, held my nose until I opened my mouth and emptied it into my gullet. I choked slightly... it was more than I’d ever eaten before, the dryness really getting to me. Three weeks of cum, gone, like that I thought to myself.“Good boy!” She exclaimed as I swallowed the remnants of my ruined orgasm. Slowly then, she began to undress, leaving her top on. She repositioned me to lie across the sofa and sat on my face.. J'avais convié quelques intimes et quelques amis partageant les mêmes envies lubriques, cette soirée secrète aurait lieu après le vernissage. J'avais trouvé un lieu superbe pour l'expo, une vieille chapelle que l’éveché me louait pour quelques mois à un tarif intéressant . La chapelle et mon studio Photo étant très proche, l'alter se déroulerait dans ce dernier assez grand pour accueillir une dizaine de couples. Patricia m'avait confirmé hier soir sa présence, je l'avait rappelé à la suite de.