Although, with every lick and suck coming to her step-mom on her slit, she got a little weaker, and therefore, put a little more weight on me. Neverth...less, I held her the best I could as long as I could too. I kept my hands moving on her tits, so we both made her weaker than ever.I didn't mind that at all, because I thoroughly enjoyed having both of them in the palm of my hand. Oddly enough, Phoebe still had the energy to move her crotch around, which made our vaginas grind together even. She tenses slightly and even the soft touch of this man cannot banish her unease. He walks around the bed to tie her other wrist. Her breath is coming faster and you can see her heartbeat fluttering in her throat above the collar.He stands at the end of the bed, drinking in the site of the exquisite creature in front of him. His eyes trace the contours of her face and hair and slide down her throat to her heavy breasts. Her nipples are still erect from the chill air in the room, the areola. I knew I'd find out soon enough. Next Mistress had me raise my arms away from my sides, and I shivered at the cool touch of latex yet again. This time, instead of a finished piece of clothing, Mistress simply used a very long strap of the material, winding it around my small chest, over and over. The cold shining strap was wound around and between my perky breasts, gradually tightening, pulling harder and harder against my flesh under it felt like my tits were going pop off my chest. The strap,. Now, this club located in Chelsea is a haven for models, wannabe models and actresses of every stripe. We immediately pulled up and are swept past the throng waiting to get in at the velvet ropes. As we enter we are greeted by a décor reminiscent of South Beach. Its a small club but it’s packed with half the crowd being the hottest this or the newest that. I hunt down a secluded booth in the VIP area and make ourselves at home. The waitress comes by and we order a couple of chocolate martinis.