I began to play with her clean shaven pussy with my fingers, suddenly she stopped sucking my breasts and came to kiss me again with passion.I went dow... on her, and wanted to see the wet pussy but she was ashamed and closed her eyes and told me not to see it. I pleaded with her that I wanted to see it. Feeling hesitant and shy she finally said yes, and so I went down on her and began to look at the wet pussy…wow it was like chocolate and the icing done on some parts I separated her legs and. It was sweet and erotic at the same time.“I’m sorry that I bruised you so deeply,” he said, breaking the silence. “But now that the others see that I have branded you as mine, I can save the belt for punishment only. What type of implement do you prefer when being whipped for pleasure?”She was tongue-tied. It was almost unheard of for a Master to let a POST have any kind of choice or say over sexual activities, bondage, impact, or punishment. She took a deep breath and decided it would be rude. " Why?" Same thing. Guys like it....Now can I demonstrate my tongue stud?"I thought about it. "I know I should say no, but an offer like that is hard to refuse. And you are of legal age—even though I'm old enough to be your father." Right—and I would like to do it." Why?" Because you're old enough to be my father." You won't tell Sarah?" Of course not." What should I do?" You might want to unfasten your pants and push them and your shorts down to your knees. Even though I like to swallow, we. “Moved here for work a couple of years ago. Where are you from?”“Born in Ohio, lived there all my life until I came down here for work. Where are you from originally?”Her turn for a little fun. “I was actually born in that state up north,” she laughed, knowing how Ohioans felt about Michigan, not even wanting to say the name.“Poor thing,” he grinned in return. “Glad you finally saw the light.”“I assume then that you’re a hard-core Buckeye?”“Born and raised,” he said, and she thought he might.