I kiss your neck and unbutton your jeans. Next, I slide the zipper down, my fingertips brushing your cock. A deep sultry moan escapes your lips as I t...g on your jeans. Your bare ass in my face, and I bite your ass cheek as I get your jeans down to your ankles for you to step out of them. You are naked now; you are my fuck toy.My hands on your bare thighs, I kneel in front of and touch your cock to my ruby red lips. A firm kiss, I taste your pre-cum and then I take you into my mouth. I suck on. . fucking ... simple!" (She pronounced the final three words with a rising intonation and very slowly, as if each were a sentence by itself.)"It's not intelligence, Connie," I told her. "It's education." Is it?" said Connie, still fuming. "Well, if that's what it does for you I'm glad I ain't got it."Laura was shocked. This statement went against everything she believed in. "That's a dreadful thing to say," she said.Fran unexpectedly came to Connie's support. "No, Laura, she's got a. ” I was totally shocked he hadn’t said a word about a corset but I knew it was useless to argue. “S-s-sorry Sir,” I lowered my head trying to avoid eye contact. “Wait there,” before I could speak he was out of the room. My mind was working like mad wondering just what he had gone to fetch, he never punished me in the lounge it was always in the basement. I was now nervous with how long he was gone, what was he up to when would he be back. After what seemed like ages he returned to the room a. After the divorce Rosemary had gone through some cathartic mental changes which was now manifested in her attitude towards life and behaviour towards her son, Eddy. For as far back as he could recall family life before he left for Britain had always been cold, reticent and distant between them. Since his return Rosemary has opened up to him and they became very intimate, both the mental and the physical kind. Eddy could remember clearly, as if it was the day before, their first intimate sex.