‘No, I mean, is that what you’re wearing to your sisters’ party?’ ‘Yes.’ He looked down at his printed gray t-shirt and dark jeans. ‘I t...ought this would be fine.’ ‘Oh, it is.’ Maisie shook her head. In fact, it was more than fine. He may have been wearing a t-shirt and jeans, but on him, the clothing—which she had a feeling had cost several times as much as her dress—made him look as if he’d just emerged from the pages of a fashion magazine. ‘It’s just not fair that men can get away with jeans. Reaching down to the table where Anna had placed some toys earlier, he looked over the available items. He caught sight of Anna watching him. “Turn away, slut.” he ordered, and Anna obeyed instantly. As he took his time selecting her method of punishment, Anna reflected for a moment on the irony of her position. In what she thought of as her “real” life, she was always in control, always the one giving the orders. Perhaps that was why she sought this out? She mentally shrugged, enough with the. " Gemma lowered the hand that he had kept over his eyes through the last stage of the journey. They were parked on the side of a country lane. A gentle slope, grassy and punctuated with the blues, reds and yellows of the last wild flowers of the season ran down to the banks of a slow-moving stream. A copse of leafy trees sat to their left, breaking the late afternoon sunshine into warm dapples of light and shadow. The sky looked almost too blue to be real, broken only by a few thin patches. I pushed up into her.“I’m not a teenager, Jacob. It might take me longer to peak than your other girlfriends. But I’m here and I’m happy. If you come before I’m ready, we’ll just keep going when you’re ready. You don’t need to hold back,” Nanette said.The position was good for me when it comes to having more stamina. It takes me longer when the girl is on top. I didn’t think it would make much difference when I felt the wet glove of Nanette’s pussy close around my shaft. I ran my hands up her.