My other hand worked my shaft stroking and pulling the skin of my shaft over the tip of my head and back. I wiped the excess precum off of the tip and...put my fingers in my mouth. A drop of cum spurted out of my cock at the taste. Almost like the sweet nectar of a woman's flower it tasted! As I continued slowly massaging my cock and sniffing these strange panties I could feel a presence again. I continued to stroke as I spread my legs and leaned forward against the wall. Suddenly as if I had. " Numbly I fixed her a Scotch and soda.She came into the living room and taking me by the hand, drew me into the bedroom.When I saw the whips, long and lethal-looking, neatly arranged on the bed, I cried out, tried to run.But before I reached the door she had grabbed me by my hair. She threw me on the bed, and with one knee on my back she pinned me down."Don't fight me. I'm going to give your man my report tonight.And you don't want whipping when he gets home, do you?" There was steel in her. She was feeling shy and was laughing with every question. When I asked her”How many times she have sex every month/week?”, she didn’t reply and became sad. I went and sat next to her on the sofa and started asking her “what happened?”. She said her husband was too busy and tired to have sex and she was not happy with her sex life.I started consoling her and rubbing her back. She fell on my shoulder and half hugged me. Her hand somehow fell over my dick and i was having a boner. I hugged her. Con una profunda desilusi?n, me di cuenta de que, absolutamente todas,eran anteriores a octubre de dos mil seis. La costumbre de tener n?merosatrasados al parecer es com?n entre peluquer?as de ambos sexos yconsultorios m?dicos. Y en ambos sitios es dif?cil encontrar algo quesea ameno.Cuando termin? el plazo, Deborah me quit? los rulos y me pein?cuidadosamente. Yo la miraba a los ojos, unos profundos e ilusionadosojos color azabache. Se la ve?a orgullosa del resultado, mientrasmascaba su.