Gaby needed to taste that elixir of the gods, as I named them when I began eating her, Gaby’s, pussy. And Nancy came into our lives as Gaby’s lesb...an lover.Eventually they both began fucking my pussy and I became their sexual slave. Also BDSM started shortly thereafter. They would put some pillows under my belly and then tie me down to the 4 bedposts. My pussy was high for easy fucking and they could fuck my pussy all night. We added blindfolds and ball gags because I read somewhere that it. “When I came back early from my mission, I found out that my fiancée wasn’t used to sleeping alone. Luckily for me, he was too big and mean for me to kill, so all that I got out of it was two black eyes and a night in a cell - and I got the better part of it. He ended up marrying her since she turned out pregnant - and the baby probably wasn’t even his!”“The second time was much later, and I had been married for two years when a mission got nasty, and our return was delayed for three months.. He rose up slightly pulling her legs over his shoulders and thrust deeper into her vagina. Ellen was groaning and gasping loudly and she was now calling to "yes, yes, yes". As her orgasm arrived her body shuddered and she cried out with pleasure. Peter withdrew and gently rolled her over onto her stomach and then pulled her up on to her knees. He slowly entered her again and he again built up his rhythm until he was driving his cock hard and deep. Ellen was gasping and I slid up beside her and. ...real or pretend. TheT-shirt was cut so that my belly button was exposed and the sleeves of theshirt barely covered my shoulders....unfortunately this clearly exposed thatI had thin arms from my shoulder to my wrist.....my hands didn't help with mylong slender fingers and polished nails.When my Mary Janes hit the wood floor at the bottom of the stairs they madethe familiar clickity clack sound....not so much like a stiletto, butdefinitely feminine footwear. As I approached the dining area.