Curious, the girl tiptoed down the stairs. “Do you know who I am?” whispered a female voice, with a brogue European accent. “Do you know what I ...m capable of?” The gentlemen responded. She smiled coyly and followed him into his home office. It was thrilling and naughty and it seemed voyeuristic but the corn-fed girl was aroused by the woman’s clingy dress, revealing every line and curve, wrapping it self around her nipples. There was something about his grey stripe suit with Jacquard stitching,. You invite the stranger in, and male note of his surprise and nervousness, then instruct him to follow you to the spare room. This gives you the opportunity to really show off that great big ass with your exaggerated sexy walk. You enter the room, and command the stranger to stand in the corner, then tell him to take off all his clothes then sit in the chair in the corner. He is allowed to jerk off, but is not allowed to make any body contact with you. All he can do is agree in anticipation.You. HE felt a thrill of excitement, the look on her face, the respect, the fear, was better than the simpering puppy-love that had been there a moment before. She cried out as he roughly fell on her, ripping her wedding dress of her, biting her shoulder hard, drawing blood, she screamed at the sudden attack, and he covered her mouth with his, forcing her teeth apart, forcing her tongue back in her mouth as his hands pawed roughly at her body, he grabbed a nipple between two fingers and pinched. Amy knew she was getting close to the tipping point and judging her moment to a nicety she pulled from its hiding place a crop, with a flick the instrument clipped the blood-filled nipple of the bloated left breast, not hard, just a flick, but with the state of the bloated, bound breast, the pain was magnified by ten or more times. The flick triggered the climax Fiona so desperately wanted, deep rolling waves of sexual pulses roared through her body her blood roared through her veins, there was.