Her door was ajar when I arrived and I pushed it open. I was hoping and praying that we would enjoy a similar session to the last time and my eys lit...up when I caught sight of her.She was wearing a similar pair of high-heeled shoes as she had before and she was wearing a lilac petticoat that had a lacy frill cupping her breasts and a lacy frill around the bottom that stopped just above the knee. It clung to her body and I could see that she was wearing no bra and no panties. I had never seen. The limo took off and, unnoticed by Mike, a dark car followed silently. As the limo made its way through the streets towards its destination, Mike rested his hand on Cynthia’s long, slender leg. She was fixing her makeup in a small mirror and, at the feel of his hand, she smiled. Mike realized that he always experienced a thrilling feeling of power and dominance when he was with Cynthia Winters. It was something that Mike didn’t quite feel with anyone else. The ride was short and they soon. Ann unhooked and slid off the half cup bra allowing Sally's heavy breasts to settle slightly. "Sally, why don't you take this leather thong, pull down old Curt's pants and undies and tie his cock and balls with a nice tight slip noose," Ann instructed the dazed woman handing her the thong.Sally turned to her helpless husband and began to pull down first his pants and then his boxer shorts. She leaned forward to loop the thong as instructed but before she could pull it tight she was stopped by. Cute little grunting sounds emitted from both of them. Romantic like transmissions that they both approved of this activity continued to spew from their mouths as they kissed. He pulled her soft, rotund figure towards his large bulky physique and there weren’t any adverse reactions from either. They both were consumed how each felt towards the other. It was a natural connection reflected by the non-stop kissing between them. The kissing seemed to get more powerful. Their lips tugged at one.