He closes the door. Opens a drawer that contains the bondage gear we bought in Amsterdam, restraints ball gag, butt plug, a paddle, and a whip. "Jeff ...old me your a real kinky slut who will do anything." He says firmly. Putting the bondage stuff on the table. "He valued your sexual prowess about $1000 in the kitty and well he lost. So I have come to collect." He grinned. I remember Jeff getting up early and going to work. He stepped forward and undid the belt on my bathrobe and pushed it off my. It was the first time another man than my husband was touching my nipple and they reacted to it so quick. They were hard and poked out of the bra. Sharma bent a little and put his face into my cleavage pressing my boobs from both sides to squash his face in them. I put my hands behind me and unclasped the bra hooks, removing the blouse and bra together. Sharma took one nipple in his mouth and the other one he was pinching between his thumb and index finger. I could feel my pussy leaking. I knew I was rushing but the need was on me so I floored the car and flew down the freeway about eighty-five miles an hour. The Dodge was smooth and never seemed to strain as I went up the mountain and down the other side toward Reno. I got off at the second exit near the airport and started looking for a copy shop that had overnight express. I spotted one across from the sheriff's substation and pulled in there. I hid the rifle under the seat and locked the doors and went inside. The clerk. She must have noticed that I was watching her, as her eyes open slowly and look back up into mine. One hand on my waist to push up into my heated sex as the other ghosts gently over my face, caressing my skin. She lays soft kisses all over my face, still keeping a steady but slow pace with her hips, and stops when she gets to my lips.Fingers gently trailing my bottom lip, her eyes are hooded as she watches me; her grip on my waist tightening as she grinds harder, faster against me. Her eyes.