Her eyes were closed and her lips were twitching, and she had a satisfied look on her face, but I wasn't done with her, not by a long shot. I took her...left leg and put it up on my shoulder as she still rode her orgasm and pushed my cock into her pussy. When she slowly opened her eyes she looked like the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and when she smiled a rush went through me like I had the wind knocked out of me, I was looking at an angel. I brought my lips to hers in a firm kiss as she. "That was her way.By the time the lumber was hauled up into the house, we were both hot and sweaty. Her robe had pulled open at the top forming a deep V all the way down to the sash. If her breasts had been smaller they would have fallen out, but they held nice and tight in the fabric, the silk held taught. I needed to sit down, clear my head."Damn. That was work. I didn't think this through. I need another shower."She fell into a seat before me, her robe was still open, she was wiping herself. As I said, he’s an older man, probably at least late 50s. He’s chubby like me, with salt and pepper hair (though a little more salt than pepper). He’s got his head back against the headrest, eyes closed. My eyes move down to his crotch, and I notice that he’s not sleeping after all - he’s stroking his cock. He’s not huge, only about my size, and he’s not fully hard. I’m used to that with older guys - I like it, and half the time I’m the same way. I take note of the wedding ring on his other. She was in her own world, and now, her Dominator was squeezing her breast as he struck her. ‘Oh Gah-…’ she moaned. Annalise was loving this total concentration on her body. She was in subspace now, and did not want it to end. Suddenly, a very hard strike across her bottom! She yelped and jumped, but the rope held her in place. Now the paddle was striking her lightly again, and she understood. The hard strike brought her back down, then the soft allowed her to drift again. He was.