All must meet my very exacting standards.” Dominique ushered Michael into the living room upon exiting the elevator on the seventh floor and poured ...wo fingers of Scotch for each of them.“The American fascination with putting ice in your drinks puzzles me. You take something meant to be savored and dilute it so you can drink it faster. I do not allow such self-indulgence.” Dominique indicated an over-stuffed armchair for Michael, taking the one opposite him. The alcohol helped him relax and. Firstly, why did I even come here? How had I let myself get into such a state? Why – and here’s the biggie – did I suggest kissing him, nice as it was? And finally, which item was I going to hand over to him? Practicality ruled the day. My knickers, I could feel, were simply sopping, whilst I could manage without a bra as long as I kept my jacket on. Although it was a very pretty bra, white with dainty blue bows and lace frills, it was neither my most favourite nor my most expensive. Smiling. I lick my hand and begin wanking him feeling him grow a little more in my hand, precum dripping from his glans and making my hand more lubed as I slide up and down his hard length.He reciprocates by rubbing his finger tips over my pussy slit, pushing my legs apart and appreciating how wet I am as his fingers slide easily between my lips, finding my clit and gently teasing it. I gasp hard, god I need to cum and it’s not long before I am on the edge of a screaming orgasm – I am noisy when I’m. " Gang rape my mouth? While Millie was familiar with the concept of oral sex, and the details of anal rape were no longer unfamiliar to her, the idea of having her mouth raped had never occurred to her. Millie could no longer remember how many times she had heard her father moan, 'oh god, suck my cock honey' or listened while he assured one of her stepsisters that she was 'the best little cocksucker in the whole world'. The experience had caused Millie to come to the conclusion that, at least.