Monique sighed as she could feel Steve's soft warm lips through the boot leather, kissing and worshipping her shapely legs up their entire length, ado...ing his Mistress. Monique kept a firm hold of Steve via his leashes and pulled back if he would stray from the leather onto her bare thigh.“Slave. I had these fine leather boots especially crafted by a master boot maker in Italy. They were custom made, with the design very similar to fetish style boots of the early 1970's. Look and admire how the. It will be a little one bedroom dump, unfurnished. You can borrow furniture from the Wives Club for a few months, and they also run a second hand store you can buy things at.”I thanked him for the information, and then I got my first taste of yakisoba. It was actually really good, basically fried noodles with veggies and pieces of pork. We each had a large plate full of it, and had the local beer. “It’s spelled like ‘Orion’, but pronounced ‘OR-e-on’. And be careful, this stuff is about 10%. She grimaced at the light shining under the hotel’s canopy. ‘You okay?’ he asked, digging in the floor for her bikini. ‘Can you walk alright?’ ‘Yeah,’ she sighed sleepily. ‘I’m okay.’ Doug got out and went around to her side to open the door and take her hand. She adjusted the sarong to cover any peeping body parts and they went to the elevator. ‘You look so tired,’ he commented. Another heavy sigh. ‘Kinda.’ Once upstairs, he ran a deep warm bubble bath for the two of them. He climbed in behind. Eventually she slid her tongue inside me, amazed and shocked; grappling her tongue against mine. I've never expected such a passionate moment; lips tight and tongues talking. She rolled beneath me, arching her back, her breasts seemed delicious; appearing so firm and soft; and quite perky.Without a doubt she's the most beautiful girl in the entire world, grooves in perfect places, skin irresistible soft; and the appearance of an Angel. My lips managed to centre themselves upon her body, she.