Blue to match perfectly his eyes, thought Karen, and black to match his hair on his head and on his forearms and the backs of his hands. The Italian b...ood was obvious. He was sun tanned, and Karen remarked, just as Sandie had indicated, that he was indeed a very handsome man. Probably in his middle forties, slim and elegant. And he had what could only be called: a winning smile.Despite Karen's anxiety, she felt a small leap of another kind in her breast, and the tiniest feminine pleasure from. I got lost in fantasies about dad, dogs, sis and me and had two orgasms before I heard dad come home. Then I acted like I am so involved in my play with closed eyes and trashing my body around and moaning that I didn’t hear him. Of course he was there watching in the door enjoying the view of me pumping my pussy but wouldn’t come in. So I just was moaning like ‘oohhh daddy ahhh’ and stuff like that. Through half closed eyes I watched him, his face was moved. So suddenly I opened my eyes,. Languidly he orders Wang to attach the chain to my collar. My wrists cuffed behind me, I can only stumble forwardly awkwardly as Lord Mashimoto jerks suddenly on my chain. “What are you waiting for, Goldislut? My yellow prick needs a home!”I awkwardly start to straddle the big kingpin, my gaze unable to avoid lingering on the rolls of fat beneath his kingly robe. A sudden thwack! of Wang’s crop (each of the bodyguards has one) snaps me from my trance. “Please, Sensei, I’m trying.”“Try. I came, he came, yada-yada, he rocked my world, I sent him away. Rick wasn’t bad in bed, he wasn’t great either, but living next door made him convenient. I know I’m a common topic amongst the local gossips, but none of the women seem to think that I’m banging any of their husbands. That includes Linda, Rick’s wife. She tells people she’s forty-one and 'admits’ to breast lifts, but not breast implants. She’s actually forty-seven and up a cup. I know because sometimes I let Rick talk. Both of.