They were soft and sweet in taste. She was responding to my kisses.We kissed for almost 5 mins and then broke the kiss. I was exploring her back and s...e was just hugging me. I took her hand and placed it over my dick. She was just holding it over jeans.I removed her pallu and started unbuttoning her blouse. She was feeling shy same time her hold on my dick was getting tighter. Removed her blouse she was in her white bra.While she was playing with my dick I kept kissing her neck shoulders and. Yvoine was bound face up on the bed, naked except for her collar and the restraints around wrists and ankles. There were no preliminaries, there didn’t need to be. Sara went to the edge of the bed, raised her hand and commenced a beating that would have shocked even graduates of old, traditional English schools. Normally a quiet slave–Yvoine had always prided herself on her poise and grace–but she found it difficult not to cry out at Sara’s cruel treatment. It wasn’t just because of the pain,. About six hundred of them had packed into the hall to see what was billed as our last ever concert, at least it was the last until after the trial of our bass guitarist and we knew how long he'd get.He'd go down, that much was certain, but we'd seen him go down thousands of times, usually on some little groupie after a show in our dressing room!The trouble is though, we'd thrown a pretty wild party in our hotel suite after a particularly successful gig and the police kicked the doors in just as. I turned and smiled at her. The beer and booze had been working their magic on me.Kelly said nothing but gave me a look of ‘sorry, but I need this.’ I turned to see the guy close in tight to her backside. Her sundress was pulled up onto her butt. From the moves he made, a quick squat, a wiggle around, and then he stood back up, combined with the look on Kelly’s face, it was clear he had just stuffed his cock into my wife. And from the quickly changing look on her face, I could tell he must be.