'Just shopping' she said. 'Shopping?! At this time of day, come on.''Yes, well…the stores I went at, they work best at this time of day'she had a re...lly wicked grin on her face. She came closer to the bed carryinga bag in her hand. 'I bought some things' she pointed to the bag, 'that wemight need tonight. Would you like to see them?' I never answered and shejust spilled all from that bag on the floor. When I saw what she brought,my eyes almost popped out; there was a pair of black leather. Our pace quickens, our breathing intensifies. My lips continue to kiss your skin, an occasional nibble here and there. My hands hold your hips firmly, while my hips continue thrusting and gyrating. ‘Ahh.’ a seductive breath leaves your body. You lean back, while continuing your hips dance sensually on me. Your hands move down my chest, scratching my sensitive, slightly sweaty flesh. You grope my body frantically, feeling my muscles flex and tense. ‘Mmmmm,’ I feel the warmth building up from. He had to keep the bricklayers supplied. Bulk was broken but individual teams had to be kept working. It was backbreaking, thirst-making and exhausting. Despite being well-built and strong, it was too much for Gareth to keep going and he would take unofficial rest breaks. Tom Griffiths, the foreman, was initially silently sympathetic but after three days he decided Gareth needed bucking up. He found him sitting on a stack of bricks with his head in his hands.“Come on, Gareth,” he said gently,. My knees began to ache so I lowered down and rested my ass on my calves. I watched him take a washcloth to his dick, caressing it gently. He knew I was watching, that’s why he was putting the show on. He truly knew me better than I did. I smiled and he turned. ‘Wipe the smile off your face slut, you have no reason to smile,’ he ordered. He came back out and I removed the grin. ‘Lay over the bed, hands above your head,’ he demanded. I rose and turned. As I started lowering myself down, he.