Paul liked working with Jennifer and, to his surprise, now that she was covered, it made her even more attractive to him. He wanted to see her breasts...again. He would have to have her pose for him later. Just the thought that she was his to make her do whatever he enjoyed was thrilling him. He knew he would have to take it easy on her bottom but he didn't intend to let her get away with nothing at all."None of the teachers like me." It was hard for her to sit on the stool, she keep wanting to. As he passed Lisa's exposed ass, he paused, gave Lisa's large, round ass a gentle squeeze and asked Lisa what her safe word was. When he heard Lisa state in a low, almost inaudible voice, "Violet", he release her ass and continued his journey to the bed stand, where I had just put condoms on top of.I closed the room door and watched quietly as Michael picked up one of the condom packs and returned to Lisa's exposed ass. I thought it odd when Michael placed the unopened condom on top of the. For one, what I was planning to do was actually dangerous, regardless of how many safeties I had agreed upon with my source, my contact on the inside. But the tingling crawling from my neck over my spine into my nether reaches also stemmed from a different kind of nervousness. Some part of me was actually looking forward to this - to the danger, to the taboo, to the kinkyness. Of course, at this point I was telling myself that this part of me was journalistic instinct - the hunger for a good. Surprised, yes, since I was only expecting the redhead, who is my slave Anna. I have no idea who the slim chick with the black pixie hair and the tattoos all over her body is. Hence the question: “What’s this?”Anna is apparently under the impression that I am angry, or that I’m about to be (which is a possibility). So she hastily tries to explain. In her hurry, she fumbles the explanation (I chose her for her looks, not for her smarts), but I get the gist of it: Jenny (the other girl) is a.