"Well, Merry Christmas, again, you crusty old Navy dog," she laughed. "Here's the kids."He talked with Jamie, Christy, and Lana – aged 10, 7, and 5 ...espectively – all girls. He chuckled a bit at the thought of what was waiting for him when he retired in a few years. They'd all be teenagers, all going to college at about the same time, all getting boyfriends – but he'd manage. His wife had done an amazing job raising them and was making noises about having one more. 'One more shot at James. It has to be something else… Slowly her breathing increased and I could definitely hear her cunt begin to get sloppy as she rubbed away. Looking down, I thought, “she has to be able to see my shoes, as I can see her shoes just fine." From the sound change I could tell she was now fingering herself furiously, but at the same time trying to stay quiet. Every once in a while a soft moan would escape her lips, but it would get cut off as she tried in vain to remain quiet. I was on the verge of. Later that day I see you online. We chat and I type,” Are we still meeting Sunday?” You than type, “I do not know, according to your email you need a down to earth fucking now, how’s about me coming over tonight instead? By the way, I attached a picture of me in my latest email to you, that way you will know it’s me knocking on your door.” I have begged him for so long to meet me and now I cannot believe what he just typed. Here he is in a hurry to come over meet me. With trembling fingers she. The slight pressure pushing the folds of her pussy together, just enough to glean a bit of pleasure from the sensation. Her cage stops moving. She feels it being lifted off the trolley and back onto the floor. Mistress' voice pierces through the bars of Ashley's cage, "Can I trust you to be a good girl?" "Yes, Mistress," Ashley quickly responds. "I bet there are a lot of things you want right now. Yes?" Mistress requests. A million thoughts begin to scamper through Ashley's mind. Oh god there's.