It’s so big! I’ve never seen one quite so hard! It’s throbbing. I can actually see the little twitches every second. I turn to face you and your...eyes dart down to my neat, pink slit. My cunt lips are moist and swollen. I guess you need a closer look. Walking towards you, I pause to run my hand over your prick. I can feel it pounding against my palm. Wow! When you come, you’re really going to come! You look up at me, your eyes pleading – begging for the taste of my nectar. I put my left hand. " Right again." Martin leans in again, and this time his lips trace a line from my cheek down my jaw to my throat. My cock thickens and pulses its approval."Wine?" I nod. There's a long pause. "Well?" Oh. sorry." When Martin's secretary wrote to arrange our tryst, one of his specific requests was that I always speak my answers aloud. "Yes, please." Thank you."A glass bottle clanks against a metal vessel. Moments later, Martin's hand cups the back of my neck and the rim of a goblet is pressed to. The winch that I used to stretch me out and immobilize me and timer worked great. With my legs tendered wide over the floor drain in the center of the garage that will catch the hot water flow out of my worthless vagina .The winch brought me up and stretched me wide. Everything was set for me to carry out my torture ordeal. Here I was hanging there with the anticipation of what I was about to do to myself waiting for the timer to activate the valve to open sending the extremely hot water into. After a while of seriously acting me fond a feeling of pettiness on her face. She then told me very caringly that she can under the feelings of at this age. And she promised me that she would cooperate with me only during the safest times (when her husband is away).I could not believe her words out of my imagination. She closed the bedroom door and then jumped on me like a crouching tiger. We kissed affectionately for more than 5 mins exchanging saliva. I the opened her nighty hooks one by one.