Kashish pulled herself up and spun around, moving to sit on the edge of the bed again. That felt great she grinned sometime I’ll have to get someone...to shoot their cream down my throat. Ankita handed Kashish the bottle of olive oil. Kashish unscrewed the cap and poured some of the oil onto her hand, trapped the bottle between her knees, rubbed her hands together and began to spread the oil over Kshitiz’s dick and balls. He moaned at the slick sensation and at Kashish’s touch. How many women. It opened as Allison began to climb the stairs. “You came,” June beamed. “Excellent. Come on up.”The flat appeared to be no more like a dungeon than Allison’s own did but June certainly looked as Allison imagined a professional dominatrix would. She wore a black leather bustier and tight leather skirt with long, black, leather gloves that reached up over her elbows. Dagger heels, sheer black tights and a choker made up of six rows of pearls completed June’s outfit. Hair lacquered to immobility. ” She had his number, all right. But when he was talking over dinner, she felt herself drawn by his eyes -- blue in a long, lined, weathered face - and his mouth. She found herself looking at his lips as he spoke. As for the eyes, they were looking at her, into her, as if she was the only thing that mattered in the world. Maybe that’s what made her sharper than she needed to be. She should have taken him to a restaurant, away from temptation. He registered the combativeness, and some of what. He placed his arm around her waist sat her down on his lap making sure she could feel his pride. He whispered in her ear that if she thought he was hung wait till you see my friend and we have a van outside to show you. She asked me if I was enjoying my meal and all I could do was a thumbs up as I was tongue deep in sucking and licking that pussy. She said she went out to see this van they were so proud of and that was a mistake, they opened the door told her to check it out as she leaned over.