"Such a good little slut," Mistress says in a loving voice, finally stopping her finger. Mistress slides her finger slowly out of Ashley's velvet cana.... She watches the girl's little star close itself tightly as the fingertip exits. Beads of sexual moisture cover its soft, little folds. Ashley exhales and helplessly sags in her restraints. Her calfs burn and ache all the way up the backs of her legs. She can hear Mistress inhale subtly behind her. "Mmm… your smell is… potent sexuality. My, my…. He didn't care where she went or for how long and she knew like him that it was a loveless marriage. She shrugged her shoulders as she closed the door.She had been going for her solar walks for a long time now and she had a number of different routes, however, over the last week or so she had been going in one direction, a direction that took her past a garden, that despite the harsh conditions was being lovingly attended to by a man who she found most enjoyable to chat to. However, unbeknown. It wasn't to hard to hide the phone but the rock hard boner I had, it was impossible to not see that! Luckily it was Rosie. She had this look on her face and walked over to me saying you crazy fucking guy. . . REALLY? at my work? Without greeting her back I quickly jumped to nudged her aside. I quickly locked the door I made my way towards her. She was about to say yell at me saying "what are you thinking?' but my large hands quickly covered her mouth and i pushed her towards the counter top. I. 3C Magazine. The words were written in a bold text right above the reception desk. The desk was flanked on both sides with a magazine cover. The left one had Madam J, who Lucy had to admit was quite attractive, despite the tattoos on her body. The right side featured Helene Fischer leaning against a fence, her 10-inch bulge showcased in the shot. ‘Can I help you?’ The blonde receptionist spoke English with a light danish platt. ‘I’m here for a photo shoot.’ Lucy leaned over the desk and got a.