"Maybe Cinderella's step-sisters were wrong!" Muttered the old woman to herself. Her face twisted into a mask of concentration as she held first one...slipper and then the other toward the light from the briskly burning log in the fireplace. Still how could someone of Cinderella's obvious beauty pass unnoticed all of these years in such a small village? She mused. And to live in this particular village! The castle was little more that a few hundred paces from Cinderella's home. It was. Twenty times did I ask myself in my rapturous transports whether I might let myself go! whether I might not expire deliciously in the mouth of the sweet girl whose fair head I could see as it rose and fell in cadence with the agitated movements of my body!When a man is being thus blissfully ministered to by a woman who has a taste for this method - a taste that is more common than people believe, and which sometimes betrays its votaries when they are in the act of eating thick asparagus - and. This time he held his two fingers with the cum in front of my mouth, without hesitation I lent forward and sucked his fingers to taste all of the offering of cooling spunk. I sucked slowly my tongue working to ensure I had captured all of it. Chris withdrew his fingers and stared down at his lap. I saw that his cock was now as hard as before, his cock head was still shiny with his emissions and there was cum in his piss slit. Still staring at him I reached out a finger and wiped it across his. His hard limits were, no s**t, no blood and no permanent markings, such as brands or tattoos. Overall, with a few exceptions, about what I’d surmised his answers would entail. After I’d gone over the file I set my phone aside and asked “Have you ever fantasized about being a submissive and sucking cock?” “I’ve had fantasies of being used sexually and made to serve for as long as I can remember. It was what fueled my adolescent mastubation. It always being submissive to woman though, never a.