He could break me in half, but he didn't need to. I had submitted to him just because of his body, his attitude.I felt the rock-hard slabs of muscle a... I ran the towel over his powerful shoulders, chest, and abs. He just stood there staring at me, staring me down. Then he turned around, expecting me to do his back. I toweled off his upper back, which seemed almost to be made of marble, every muscle perfectly proportioned and defined. I felt again his shoulders and traps. Then, in a familiar. She was naked and her right hand was furiously digging between her legs. My partner sighed loudly and I turned back to her.She had a sheen of perspiration over most of her body and a rather lopsided smile on her face, which went well with the I-don't-give-a-damn-what-happens-now expression.I crawled up between her legs, aimed my hard-on at her pussy and asked, "May I?"She just nodded and I plunged into her, lifting her legs to my shoulders. It felt good — no; make that great — to bury my cock. "Take me." Jessy whispered once more, as she lifted her legs, placing her feet on the bed. As she did, her skirt fell upward, revealing more of her beautifully shaped thighs. Cody simply stood between her now-open legs, taking it all in.As he smiled down at her, he looked one last time across the dark room, lit only by the thousands of candles. Paris was still hanging there, her plaid skirt and shred blouse still dangling from her chained body. Her exposed breasts could be seen, heaving up and. The first thing Debs saw was a reception desk, again made from solid wood. Behind it stood a beautiful young woman, blond hair, blue eyes. She was wearing a smart dinner suit, with the jacket buttoned just enough to keep her decent but not enough to hide the fact she had not shirt on underneath it, just a white lacy half cup bra which held her breasts perfectly, giving her a respectable cleavage. ‘Good evening madam’ said the girl. Debs looked at her, then her name badge, ‘Hello …..Claire’.