"How about a walk on the Dorset cliffs from Kimmeridge?" he asked her. "There's a pleasant pub at Corfe for us to have lunch at." Sounds good." Will y...u take the dogs?" asked Caroline."If you like," he replied."Yes please. It lets me off the hook."They were away within the hour. Moira placed a slightly tentative hand on David's thigh. His covered it and squeezed it gently but he could not leave it there as the lane was winding and he needed both hands on the wheel. The pressure of Moira's hand. You know your life will never be the same again, but you don’t know where this is headed.Suddenly, you find yourself going to work everyday wearing stockings or pantyhose, together with a permanently locked heavy steel chastity belt under your power suit. You try to maintain your familiar confident and assertive personality at work. But you know you are no longer the man you once thought you were. The stockings or pantyhose, and the ever frustrating steel chastity belt leave you feeling. Fir mne uski body k har hisse ko kiss kia fir m uski chut p gya or hlki si ungli dali vo dard se chilane lgi pr kuch kr na saki kyuki hath pair bndhe hue h fir mne pure ungli dedi jhatke mei uski aah ji awaj nikli tej fir mne uske hath pair khol diye or uske uski taangein kholi or uski chut chaatne lga vo pgl hogyi thi aah aah aah aah kr ri thi or mere sar ko dba k apni chut se alag nhi hone deri thi , fir mne bag se choclate syrup nikala or uske chut k upar dala or teji teji se chatne lga vo. She headed over to their normal room and found the door cracked, as always. She opened it and Amber was sitting inside, looking radiant as usual.“You owe me one, Steve threw a bitch fit,” Brit said, pulling the band out of her hair and tossing it on the dresser. “Didn’t get enough of me last night?”“Do I ever?” Amber asked, walking over and giving Brit a long kiss. Brit smiled.“For real though girl, what’s up? I love seeing you but mid-day hookups aren’t really our MO.”“Don’t you want to have a.