.. and any other submissive male she encountered.Creed’s only regret as Constance tugged at his leash, was that his worship of these women would not...continue beyond that date ... but the women would ensure that his last day would be thoroughly enjoyed, every last moment of it. Hope lifted the placard from his neck, and tossed it to one side.“You won’t be needing that anymore ... It’ll be quite evident to every woman present, just where you’re going today.” Ella sneered as she played her crop on. She'd felt him let go as she peaked, his hard cock in spasm inside her as he came, pumping his cum deep in her cunt. She wanted to sit there, feel the fullness but already he was lifting her off him. Shit, they were approaching the top of the mountain! She came up off his cock and pulled up her underwear in one movement. She was going to feel his cum and her juices all over her pussy and ass all the way down the slope. He had tucked in his cock and she had just fastened her trousers as they. He wasn't getting involved with other women the way most of the men he consorted with did, and Fran was lucky to have him for a husband even though she would never know why Brint thought so.The powerful motor shutting off jolted Brint back to reality. He was home and in the driveway. In a sense he regretted having gotten home so quickly, for he'd been enjoying the daze of driving and the pattern of his own thoughts. He never felt better than at those moments when he was in his car. As the tall. "Sheila did that in editing. The original pan was smooth as butter. I swear! Awesome..." Looks cool though," I said."Definitely!"Steve was grinning and talking excitedly, like he was reviewing some famous Hollywood director or something. Amy was meanwhile astonished. She'd only found out we were even doing this thing less than 48 hours before. Now here we were in larger-than-life color. It was amazing to watch. We were all dazed.Steve was the next to leave. He got up slowly while the credits.