"Then Sarah and I were out and on the road home. She's always glad to go tograndma's but she's like me - glad to leave again. We went home and Itoo... her with me from room to room as I cleaned house. I changed into shortsand one of Jim's old undershirts before I started. After a few minutes Istopped and cut the shirt off just below my breasts. I felt very sexy init. The deep armholes did little to conceal my breasts. Sara was turningme into a real exhibitionist and I was loving it. . " Julie," he said, exasperated, "I was helping a girl out with a problem. She was upset. I listened to her, gave her dinner. That's all." Mike," she sighed, "The photo's don't lie. In some of them there was a lot more going on than having dinner." Then they're fakes!" he insisted, annoyed, "but since I wasn't given the chance to see them, I can't really comment. Look, you know me, we've been neighbours for years and years. I'm asking you to believe me, at least until I've seen this so-called. "Listen," she whispered intensely, "Let's go over here where we can stretch out." She led the way, the boy watching her splendid ass, the swing in her hips, the incredible sensuality of her movements. His cock stuck proudly in front, a rammer of incredible proportions--six inches at least--a shaft which wanted more than anything to gain entry into that sweet woman, his balls hanging down full and swollen, his arms swaying at his sides as he increased his stride.After a pause, the girl lowered. They should ensure that your senses are full of me as you receive your punishment." With that, I feel her place them over my head, aligning the crotch with my nose. She presses it against my nose. Due to the gag, I have no choice but to inhale her perfume. The smell is musky and intense. My mistress is a beautiful woman, and I deeply drink of her scent. She chuckles softly at my deep sniffing, and drifts away from me."Tonight we will try a new instrument of torture slave", she.