Despite his struggles Heinlein was forced off his feet and into the heart of the squirming coils. Her flesh — slick and soft — moved above, below ...nd around him. The air was thick with her scent, a musky odour like the aftermath of sex.Heinlein continued to struggle as her coils forced his legs apart and his arms out in a cruciform pose. She held him immobilised on a bed of her own soft body. Heinlein watched as her upper body rose up between his outstretched legs."I don't eat your people," she. I said what's the point of guessing cos i never get it right.well she said the waiter took a shine to me and he gave me a free bottle of Champagne for the girls, i got up to go to the toilet and i seen him follow me to the toilets, i said to him are you OK what do you want. he said that he really fancied me and would i like to go on a date with, i told him sorry love i am married i even showed him my ring plus i am old enough to be your mother. he said it didn't matter he likes the older ladies. ‘Little slut. Don’t you like your Mistress’s pussy?’ she queried. I shivered and feared that I had made the wrong choice. My tears were drying now and my butt was starting to recover from the earlier punishment. ‘This slut love Mistress’s pussy and she hopes she can eat it again” I told her. ‘Why didn’t you come here to eat it when I opened my legs for you? Can’t you see that I am aroused and soaked with desire?’ she asked with a cold, cutting voice. ‘This unworthy slut did see that, but. “Let’s go to bed,” I said.I took her to the spare bedroom. The bed there was much bigger than her wide single one and would give us room to spread out or rather spread Amy out. Once the door was closed she resumed her attempt to unbuckle my slacks but I stopped her. I kissed her. “You mentioned about being interested in BDSM,” I said to her.She nodded.“Wait here,” I told her as I left to go to our bedroom. Inside the bottom the wardrobe was a bag that we hadn’t opened for a few years now. Those.