.. With Heather in shot, standing infront of the bed, peeling that polo-shirt up over her head, confirming that there’s no bra under it, just a smal... but firm pair of titties, with pink, pointed nipples – a flat belly below. She’s a little slim – and the image of the bulky female soldier is totally blown away by her tight figure.It’s very quiet – the only sounds are the rustle of clothing, and the panting of our dog, waiting impatiently for his fit little bitch to be ready for him. She doesn’t. There had to be a way to sort it out and it be okay. I couldn't bare for things to go back to how they were after knowing there could be more. "Tom! Hello?" I had been laid back on my bed deep in thought and hadn't even noticed Kath was knocking on my door. "Oh er, sorry Kath! Hang on" I moved over to the door and when I opened it I was taken aback by the beauty being exuberated before me. It may get boring for me to keep mentioning it but it just never ceased to amaze me. "Wow" was all I could. I watched as she pressed her hands onto my best friends chest so she could control her movements as she stared grinding her hips back and forwards. Chris was now arching his legs up to keep Paulene impaled on his cock and the quiet sounds of her moans started filling the room along with the wet sucking sounds coming from her wet and very married pussy. They stayed like this for a while, in unison, just slowly moving together and enjoying the feel of each other. Every now and then my wife would. "Mount."I immediately walk to the fucking bench and climb into position, doggy style with legs held wide, one breast hanging on each side of the center support.Sir Greg motions to Mike who rises and clips my 4 cuffs and collar into place. I couldn't run if I wanted to.Before he can return to his cushion, Sir Greg orders him to apply my nipple clamps. Mike looks deep into my eyes as he does, his inner sadist taking delight since he know I both love and hate clamps on my nipples.Sir Greg offers.