After the twenty-fourth blow Fran went and began to massage the nipples of Ann’s pendulant breasts which were pressed against the leather of the exa... table. These nipples looked already tense and the manipulation caused them to swell to epic proportions. Then Fran went to the foot of the table and continued her regimen of pussy sucking. This time she seemed to take Ann just to the verge of climax when she ceased. Maggie was sure that Fran knew just what she was doing. Denying the. I loved it when I was taken to restaurants for dinner in NYC where all the elegant ladies would smoke so sensually.I came to crossdressing rather early trying to fit into my mother's bra and sneaking her cigarettes into the attic to smoke while her bra lay on my chest ( she was too small a size alas, a lass). In the attic there were piles of paperbacks and many seemed to have real sexy covers with hot babes often smoking. These used to excite my young mind.Back at the motel I am now fully. “Are you ok?” she asked gently.“No ... no ... it hurts...” Donna answered with her eyes closed, hoping Ninon would stop her torture now.She even responded to the gentle hand caressing her face by swiping her head against it. All to stop the pain.“The rules Donna, you are forgetting the rules.” Ninon said as she knelt down and inspected the clamps.“I’m sorry Mrs. Bondain, I’m sorry...” Donna corrected herself. “Please forgive me, Mrs. Bondain, please stop torturing me Mrs. Bondain ... Please. Her juices were flowing, and I did all I could to get every drop. Her clit throbbed against my busy tongue. She was humping my face and reached down to grab a fistful of my hair. Letting out a cry just like mine earlier, she writhed through a fierce climax. Her whole beautiful body shook with sexual rapture.She flooded my mouth, and I drank what she gave me. By now my cock was fully hard again, and I was rubbing it on the bed. I was eager for the “main event,” as she’d called it before. I moved.