They were bare, and the robe fell open on either side, closing at the spot where her legs met, or maybe just a fraction below. She swung a long, smoot... leg in the air."Do you like my legs, Peter?" she asked coyly."Hell yes," he stammered, his face reddening slightly."Your father likes them, too." My--my dad? When does he look at your legs?" Whenever I let him," Joan said.Peter, forgetting himself, rubbed at the growing thing inside his jeans.Joan licked at her heavily lipsticked lips, making. The fog was clearing now and she could see the monastery in the distance. Mikko figured she had at least another mile to go but it was all uphill. Some of the less burdened travelers passed by her laughing and chattering about silly things that seemed so out of place in such a solemn location and so early in the day.Thank goodness she didn't have to wear her school uniform on the trip.She had her walking shorts and the boots that her grandfather insisted she take with her on such an important. The bitch giggled. This turned me in even more. I took her to the bedroom without leaving her hairs.I took out toy handcuffs from my drawer and cuffed her hands behind her back. I pulled her close and kissed her holding her hairs again. I whispered in her ear, “Go down, bitch!” She obeyed, I made her kneel. She immediately took my dick in her mouth and started to suck. She couldn’t use her hands anymore.I allowed her to suck for a while. Then I pushed my dick in her mouth. She stopped sucking. I caressed her trunk. She caressed my back. Then I laid her on the desk.She: You love me so much Vinith?Me: Yes. Love your very much Anu.She: No. You are lying.Me: No baby. I am true. I love you. What you want me to do to prove my love.She: You have done enough to prove your love. I believe you, baby. Go ahead.Me: What shall I do?She: Lick my pussy. They are waiting for your hot saliva. I want to feel your mustache on it.Me: Sure baby. Do you like it?She: yes. I have been fantasizing your.