He adjusted his hand and inched his way into her dress, coming into contact with the soft skin of her breasts. “Aren’t you the horny one?” Abiga...l responded, “Hang on.” Abigail pushed Michael’s hand away and started to struggle and fidget in her seat. Soon, she held up her bra to Michael’s face, allowing him to smell it. Michael took her bra and put it aside, sliding his hand beneath her dress again. Michael quickly found her nipple and began twisting it, causing it to become hard. By the time. Thank you, sir.>“Mr. Merculief. In the BDSM scene, participants have lists available stating personal preferences, what they like, what they don’t like, what they absolutely don’t want to happen to them, etc. Find such a checklist, fill it in and hand it over to me. I want it before tomorrow evening.”“Sir, I’m your slave. I will gladly accept everything you throw at me.”“You are disobedient, stupid bitch. I want the list, but your window to fill it in has now been shortened to one hour.”“Please. .." she sang. "Blue night in a blue city girl I’ve been known to accept pity...blue." Somewhere, a man spins her around in his strong arms. Dances her tightly against him; and suddenly he is skin, warm, hard, urging at her. "Blue..." She straddles his hips, a smile as wild and rare as any blossom sketches her face in beauty; her throat rises and faints back, chin high, hair riffling; his cock buried inside her. Scratch marks fleck his body from her passions; and the head of his cock, almost. I told him that I would love to spend some ‘quality’ time with the lady in the light green, skin tight, sequin covered Tinker Bell outfit. She was blonde with a beehive style hairdo and legs that would put a model to shame. She appeared a little flatter on top than my wife. It may have just been the costume but hey, I like small boobs.When he commented on my wife, I could hear an extra note of lust in his voice. It was strong enough that I was sure if I looked down I would find a Texas sized.