This was a first. His cock, which had been semi hard, was now stretching out and becoming stiff. He landed it on my cheek. I gasped as he rubbed it...around my face and, at the same time began pinching a nipple. As I gasped and my mouth opened a bit the cockhead found its way home. I rolled my head over to allow for better entry. It was smooth, hard but soft at the same time. It tasted of soap and clean. There was never, ever, a bad feeling about it. No disgust. No “gay” fear. Nothing.. .Richelle had to admit that it was a nice car. She didn't know any of the technical terms, but it was red, it was a two-seater, and though not a convertible, was still quite pretty, and Greg made sure that it was always shiny. It had an excellent sound system, and - best of all - it had leather seats. Richelle loved the feel of leather against her skin, more than silk, or any other material. She wasn't wearing stockings, and had made sure when she sat down to ensure that as much of her legs. He had to tell the biggest lie of his life convincingly. That he was dating two women. His second lie that they were just friends. They would meet in public. She was so brave. His respect for her goes up immensely. Other than a brief flash of pain to her expression she remained stoic reserved neutral. He had trained her well his perfect submissive. He gave her one last hug to last a life time. He could feel her quiet sobs and shudders. He saw the single tear and knew that more were to follow.. Throughout their visit, my eyes seem to be drawn to the ass and tightly covered crotch of Roxanne. Whenever she rises to walk anywhere, I can't help but look. Equally distracting is the ample cleavage that Nancy is showing. At one point while we are at the table eating dinner, Nancy leans forward to get something which allows me to see down her shirt a little better. Roxanne who had gone into the kitchen for more wine returns. As Nancy sits she follows my gaze behind her and sees that I'm.