I slid a finger into her pussy. She moaned almost as if she were in pain. My finger could barely fit inside of her. She was definitely my tightest vic...im. I had scored. I took off the white t-shirt of my victim and sat her up. Getting one leg on the side of the round bathtub to open her legs wide. I grabbed the soap and squeezed it all over her chest. I rubbed it all over her breasts. I could tell that she was snapping back into life. The tranqulizer was wearing off. She started to struggle but. It’s a sign anyways, isn’t it? If you can pamper yourself, you definitely can pamper her.Go figure about big brands. Some labels may be expensive, but they don’t necessarily turn out to be the best. But the biggest names don’t come cheap. Senor D’Orsi charges over fifty grand a suit and still makes just fifty suits a year, but that’s never ever going to look bad on you, would it?And it’s never going to hurt. Maybe just your Louis Vuitton wallet. A wee bit, you big, rich boy!What girls always. She started to kiss the area around my cock and kept adjusting her hair to get comfortable. She would look back at me every once in a while to see if I was enjoying what she was doing. The smile never left my face and I kept reassuring her she was doing fine.Then, when I decided she had had enough time to look and touch, I lifted my head up and started breathing on her exposed pussy. She gasped and tensed up. Before I let her squirm away, I grabbed her hips and pulled them down as hard as I. He teased me by saying, "Ooo, baby." There was a long blonde wig on his desk. "Sit down so I can finish your outfit." I sat in an armchair next to two walls that had mirror tiles all over them. He walked up right in front of me and put the bombshell of a wig on my head. Kind of a Veronica Lake look. "Fuck, you look hot! One more thing you'll need! Don't move."And with that he leaned down and pulled two straps out from under the right arm of the chair, quickly pulled them over my wrist and.