The doorbell rings. It is him. Right on time. You take one quick glance at your king size four poster bed, thinking about when you bought it and how ...ou had fantasized at the time that it would be perfect for a bondage adventure. The silk scarves were laid at the foot of the bed, ready for his use. You believe everything is just the way you want it, and head for the door. You had left the front door open, with the screen locked, and can see him standing there smiling as you approach. ‘Oh My!’,. Steven positioned me with my legs spread wide and my arms outstretched, bent over on the cool stone. The surface was rough against my skin but I liked the sensation as my nipples scraped against the rock. Steven ordered, “Don’t move!” Then he proceeded to spank my ass with one of the belts his friends had provided. I could feel the heat rising in my bottom as he alternated, spanking one side of my ass then the other. I had never felt so turned on. Steven continued to swat my bottom again and. Batschka turned and caught up to her. "Is bad news, my little dung beetle?" he asked in an attempt to make conversation and draw her back from whatever world she was in.She grunted a soft, noncommital, "Unh," and kept walking. Batschka wasn't certain whether she was responding to his question or clearing the Comrade Director's ejaculate from her throat.Batschka had to show his identification to get through all the checkpoints on his way out of the building. Each guard passed the well-known Yana. Your eyes never lose contact with mine as your lips slide over my swollen head, and I love the wet sounds as you suck contentedly. Your hand is sliding up and down the lower half of me as your mouth engulfs the upper half. Your tongue is roaming over me, slathering my shaft with your thick, slippery saliva. When your head starts moving up and down, I moan and stretch, my hips rolling in time with you. You slide your mouth off me momentarily, your teeth lightly grazing my shaft, teasing me. .