"Driver's license and registration please, Miss."He had a deep voice, kind of gruff. Toni fumbled around in the glove compartment but couldn't find th... registration. Shit, what else could go wrong? She shrugged her shoulders and smiled at him meekly."You'll have to get out of the car ma'am."Toni followed him back to his vehicle. She stood near the hood of the car while he reached in and pulled out the mike to his radio. He was reading the number of her license into it while his eyes scanned up. “I love the taste of my ass the most, its sooo dirty it makes me feel like such a slut”After all of this my dick was rock hard again and Nelly noticed it.“Time for the real action” she said.She really was a slut; she just wanted more and more.She got up off the couch and bent over the edge of her dressing table, with her ass poking right up into the air.“FUCK ME YOU STUD” she ordered.“shove your big fat dick right in my pussy, I don’t want to be able to walk when you’re done with me”“you got it. I prefer the former of these, and in all honesty, sometimes I wish the persons that caught us would just join in. Then there are things that you do that you know you shouldn’t have even contemplated in the first place. This happened on my holidays to Spain. My boyfriend and I found ourselves wandering around a fairly large city in the north of Spain. We entered a few bars and ate tapas at around two in the afternoon, and generally enjoyed the nice hot day that it was. We eventually found. From there we progressed into oriental style rope bondage. We played with rope for a few years and progressed into gags, nipple torture, spanking, whipping, suspension, dildoes and various forms of humiliation and other forms of B&D. Magazines had also come a long way from rag sheets to glossy covers and full colour pages. It was through those magazines that the both of us started to meet with others of the same interest. However the people we met were not yet a evolved into the scene as we.