We fucked all weekend (notice I didn't say made love, because we didn't - we fucked like animals in heat). The next weekend we had to stay home becaus... our weekend desk clerk had a family emergency, but the following weekend Dawn went bra-less with another low cut blouse and she did not wear any panties. She didn't tell me this and I only found out about it when we hit the dance floor.In a lot of country/western dances, especially western swing, the skirts tend to flare out and up as the woman. It is your secret to take and not to give. Keep it safe. Keep it hidden. Keep it away. It fears fire.'Joanne navigated her way to the antique elevator and found her way into the wine cellar, filled with barrels and bottles of wine generations old for parties only. She used to remember playing by herself when she was little, acting like it was a cave filled with monsters and treasure.She did not know what she was looking for exactly, but she guessed the letter had some kind of clue. Then she saw. Several times he went deep, almost making her gag and bringing a few tears to her eyes. “You´re my toy now…She looked up at him. They had eye-contact, very briefly. She was wondering how long he was going to keep her like that. As his toy. Surely he could not be serious about keeping her until Sunday!She gasped when he pulled back. His cock was against her chin, just out of reach. “Not my girlfriend, not my next wife,” he said, sounding very calm,” Just my very lovely little sex-toy…No man had. The movement pushed her skirt right up, and I stroked her silken leg, moving my hand higher until I was touching the strip of bare skin above her stocking.Her panties matched her bra, just a flimsy scrap of material straining over her mound, a few tendrils of pubic hair escaping from the sides, and I wriggled down to suck her through her panties. She pulled me up to kiss her, and I saw her slip her hand between her legs and stroke herself as I pushed my tongue into her mouth, my hands again on.