“oh my god” he said to himself, was she wearing any panties? Witashnah, turned her head towards the camera, still kneeling, as if she had heard a...twig snap. Her chin slighted dropped, yet her eyes veered into the camera. As if wearing a deep red racoon mask, painted an inch above and below both eyes. Her eyebrows were painted black, as was the outline above and below each eye. You could hear a sexual inhale of air from the cameraman and his crew. Witashnah’s hypnotic eyes froze everyone,. She's a strong woman and she has that going for her," he finished as he took a drink from his beer.After a few seconds, my dad spoke again. "In any case, I think John might stay here with her for a while." I had my eyes fixated on the fire this whole time but processed what he had said. "What about it?" asked my dad as he patted my back."Sounds like a plan," I replied, wondering if he was drunk.With that being said, the men eased back on their chairs watched the fire before them. I stood up and. The air in the room had seemed still, yet now she could feel it caressing her body, moving across her genitals and opening her with their sweet caress. She now groaned and squirmed, gasping as the restraints started to dig into her with a sudden pain. Even the fabric placed under her bottom now seemed suddenly rough and she tried to still herself so only the pleasure of the air remained.Herbert smiled, as he watched her reaction. He touched her lightly between her breasts and with a finger. You begin gently and the physical attention however innocent it, feels very good.As I sit and bask in the affection I’m receiving, I feel real adoration for you. It suddenly hits me that if I can trust you this much, there has to be a good reason for it, you must be special.“I love you”. I say, and it just crept out of me not entirely inappropriate for this scenario I let it go, just this once.“How much do you love me?” you ask and my reply is immediate.“Lots and lots, more than I can say with.