Though prevented from seeing her because of the blindfold sewn into the leather hood, Mistress D. moved so she was at the head of the bondage table I ...as secured to, so that she was standing next to my hooded head. She leaned downward, unzipping the front of her black vinyl cat suit, her breasts spilling out just over the mouth opening of the hood. ‘Suck my nipples slave. Please your Mistress,’ she commanded. ‘Open your slutty mouth and make them hard.’ She began to move back and forth, first. I had a nice pair of crotchless pvc shorts, a strategically placed hole allowing both my cock and balls full freedom. G was well aroused, a little earlier I had found a tube of jelly in a drawer and used my fingers to work it around her vulva and cunt, just enough there to mix with her own juices for me to work her clit towards its ultimate sensitivity while she ran her fingers over my shaft and scrotum as we snogged deeply sitting on the bed.A knock on the door broke our reverie, we turned to. Our hopes were dashed every month with the onset of her period. Eventually we went to a clinic and to my dismay, it was discovered that I had an abnormally low sperm count. The specialist assured me that it had no influence on my sexuality, that it was quite commonplace, and most importantly that I might still be able to father a child. It was just that I was firing blanks most of the time. He suggested that we limit our sex to those times when she was most fertile. I must say that consulting a. A smile crossed Emma’s face; one that was associated with Sarah’s breasts. It has been a long time, she thought.Emma read the first page but then began to thumb through the manuscript. She came across all those famous sentences; the ones that identified this text uniquely.‘A moment of your time please…’ Echoed in her head. Emma closed her eyes, and while holding the text in her left hand let her right wander up to her left nipple. She squeezed it, sighed and then started to flick through the.