I sat straight down on his face and asked him to guess again.“White”“Wrong. Oh well. My girlfriend will love to taste and chew on my dirty panti...s. She always guesses correctly! I bet you’d like to see that!”“Red!” He shouted“Correct” I peeled them off and placed them over his head. Can you taste how wet they are? Tell me how much you love my dirty wet panties.“They are fantastic. What a taste and smell of my panty mistress’s juices. I am privileged in receiving her creamy panties to have made. We set off for Devon on the Friday night, after Neville had finished work. Mum made us sandwiches and we drove all night getting there about six in the morning. We set up camp as quietly as possible, zipped the two sleeping bags together, got in and fell fast asleep all cuddled up.I awoke first and started to stroke his willy which woke him up. It was nearly lunch-time. He started to stroke me and as he got harder I got wetter. He helped me roll a rubber jonnie onto him then he got between my. My mind reeled ... Was she asking me to untie her or cut her bonds? I really didn't want to stop now. And then of course, I realized what the scissors were for. I picked them up and brought them around to her front. Even though I am pretty sure this was her idea, I saw fear in her eyes for just a second. Playing on that emotion I brought the blade of the scissors to her breast and played the cold metal across her nipple. She gasped raggedly, but let out her breath as a moan. I opened the. I never let myex-husband do it to me and I am not letting him do it," she said. "Hehas tried to cum on my face, too. That ain't ever gonna happen!" "Then it's simple.Don't let him tie you up." Again, the conversation slidinto other areas. For a short time they discussed work and family and variousthings. Still, the conversation came back around to her predicament. "Are you going to helpme or what?" she shouted at him. "Withwhat? "James, you're afucker," she said, laughing. "You know I am going.