I had dressed in a pair of denim hot pants and white vest that pulled tight across my ample breasts. I was so bored that I painted my finger and toe n...ils deep blood red and pulled my wayward curls into a ponytail. I heard the front door open and slam shut. Ryan was home. 'So have they gone?' He asked, waltzing into the living room. I looked up from my seat, 'Yes Ryan they have'. He sat on the floor opposite me; in fact it made me feel slightly strange as if he shouldn't be sitting like that. "Please don't stop!" "I'm sorry, what was that?" "Please," she sighed, "Lick my clit again!" "I can't hear you!" With that she groaned, grinding his face as her back arched. He went back to licking, taking his time to work her up. He wanted a rolling boil before it got interesting. He lazily flicked an S across her pussy, before returning to the relentless attack on her clit. He repeated this cycle twice more, edging her towards a cliff before pulling her back. She was wild now, bucking and. " I expected him to be angry, but he merely looked at me a long time and a great sadness seemed to come over him. "You've met him, haven't you. The Collector?" "You know him?" I couldn't believe my Dad knew the Collector and had never told me. "Yes. I met him once," my Dad said. "Where is The House of Forgotten Cameras these days?" "I'm not really sure. Somewhere south of the Presidio," I told him. "And the… " he started to ask something, but his words were choked back by a sudden surge of. His strong fingers brought her right to the edge — and then he teasingly stopped before kissing her. She was light-headed and faint, the hunger between her legs ravenous, her ripe pussy swollen from the spanking delivered with his hands and hard cock. "Not yet, sweet baby," he moaned against her nipple. Inside her, his fingers were slick from juices seeping over his hands.Earlier, he’d bound her hands and feet, enjoying the way her eyes filled with wonder and lust and a little bother. He loved.