Her eyes became windows with the shades half drawn. Sweat beads formed like dew on her face. Susan’s eyes followed my arm to her bottom. She offered...herself, lifting and presenting her fruit to be plucked. The Sailor’s other legs became trapped. The two members kicked at the walls of the Vortex. The Vortex collapsed, pinning the legs together. It threatened to pulled the Sailor down. The Sailor’s arms caught on the rim of the Vortex. One arm flailed out to grab the Guardian. The Guardian did. My ending arguments must really be that horrific. At five foot nine I was just between being short and being called an Amazon. With a pale complexion and fiery red, natural, hair I looked every bit of the Irish in my blood. With a figure like Marilyn Monroe to top it off. Add to that a form fitting skirt and low cut top. Yeah, my ending arguments must truly be horrible. When 7:30 rolled around I had already finished reviewing the case I had just lost, along with a half a bottle of wine, and. Unsure, If I should tell her what happened. I decide to ignore her call. Just then, Billy walks in. Wearing a pair of my ex's basketball shorts and one of his old Reebok T-shirts. While I'm still naked and applying cocoa butter to my bruised ass cheeks. I decide that enough is enough. So I say "Okay Billy, you've had your fun. So, I think it's time that you left.Billy simply laughs and say's "Not just yet. The fun's just getting started."So I stand up and say "Look her little boy, enough of the. She increased the pace until he nearly burst with lust, then let go. The slave's penis stood upright and shrank wildly-an arousing sight. Liz repeated this a few times. At each round, he moaned louder. Then the mistress gave in to her natural impulses and let the cock slide slowly into her wet cunt. Every inch, until her labia touch his balls. She began to ride him and could not assess, whether the sex itself or the powerful feeling of dominating and using him as she liked it, made her happier..