The way she would look at the bar maid who was sexy. And my friends other half would go into this zone and she couldn't hide it, subtle movements of h...r body were quiet a turn on.Well I will keep this one short I left there early September 13Th 2017 and rode home, feeling worse for wear to be honest. On my way home I saw this woman who was a BBW, and something in my mind made me stop and turn around and ride back to her, it was a crazy hour in the morning and I don't do things like that, I am. Damn remarkable!Not so! You say. Why would two girls ask to be whipped? Seems like you have a point. But you haven't. They want to be whipped because every stripe I paint on their lovely skins makes me more their captive than they are mine. Besides, women have a sense of the rightness of things. The situation called for them to be whipped. So whipped they must be! each stroke would make them stronger and me weaker. They would weep. But their tears would melt my male armor... Oh, never doubt it.. I looked up as she nestled her beautiful cheeky bum and pussy over my face. I could feel the palm of her hand on my pussy – but my whole body ached for her tongue and I squealed helplessly as Katie kissed my secret spot. I began to taste her juices, a little trickle of nectar collected on my tongue as I delved deeper. We were soon both trembling, our climax approaching. My hips were jerking, my pussy giving herself up to Katie’s tongue and I was lost in her pussy. All my attention was focused. She felt that the emotions and passions her two nights with James had stirred would have given her enough memories to write a book, yet just as she had after the Ball, only small vignettes came to her mind as she lay in bed that Sunday evening. She hadn't really known what to expect. Yes, she had encouraged James, possibly giving him the impression that she was knowledgeable in these matters, but when it came down to it, she could only let James take the lead and follow him. The overriding.