Finally arriving at his place I pull up my booty shorts making sure candy man gets a glimpse of my frilly black thong. He unlocks the door in ahurry a...d to my surprise lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, his fingrrs feeling my warm pussy. Closing the door behind us, he intently, longingly gazes into my eyes, carrying me upstairs to his bedroom, kissing me more passionately than I ever remember. I can feel his pocket rocket harder than I remember it. I gasp abd giggle in excitement.. For now I was just gonna torture her, sorta let her know what she is in for if she doesnt cough up something. She kicked and bucked hysterically to no avail. I pulled her loose ankle as far apart as I could and quickly snapped her into the handcuff. I stepped back to look at her. The sight of her laying there with her wrists handcuffed behind her back and her ankles spread as far apart as they would go. Well, I may have made the bar a bit too long for her perhaps. Too bad. The sight. It was a gamble, the first time I had used such sexually explicit words to my innocent, traditional girlfriend. It worked. ‘Mmmmm,’ she gasped, hips bouncing energetically, the slapping noise of her thighs meeting mine competing with the rhythm of the bedsprings. ‘I love your white…’ ‘Say it May, tell me’. ‘I love your white cock!’ May shouted, leaning back, eyes closed, thrusting her hips along my thighs. The erotic release of words thought before suddenly spoken. She repeated the words in. “Your princess-Mistress has a free nipple, slave.”“Yes, Master,” she moaned, gazing at our husband with such adoration. Then her eyes shot to me. “I’m your slave-wife, Princess. I always wanted to be yours. Ever since you took me to your bed.” Her blue eyes brimmed with sudden tears. “I just never thought ... that it would happen.”I beckoned to her, smiling at her as I writhed against Zanyia’s fluttering tongue. “Well, it has. So come over here and let’s love each other.”“Yes!”As Zanyia jammed.