I said, "thank you ". At this time, we were only sitting maybe a foot apart on the couch. He then asked, "why were you using a brush to pleasure you...self? " "Well I like the way it feels and Scott never wanted to do it to me and that's all I had ". He said, "that's a shame because with an ass like that, anyone would be lucky to have you " . I blushed again and said thanks. I also noticed that just talking about it was getting me hard so I had to shift myself so he wouldn't notice... but he. It is not so much about the gift itself but more about the process of offering. I love to see when a slave has really thought deeply about how to delight me. When he has listened carefully to my likes and dislikes and then comes up with something that I might have mentioned just by the way some time ago. I love to seem him sacrificing for me. And there is a simple rule that does not only work with Dominas but basically with all women: You’re hardly ever on the wrong side if you come with gold. Rossini's astounding tits as she lay back over the sink. I stepped away from her and if her hands had not been bracing her on the counter's edge, she might have fallen. I hooked thumbs on the string of her panties and pulled them down her legs. She pressed her legs together till the panties dropped down her calves, to her ankles. She lifted one foot but left the panties around the other ankle. "Sonny, do you know what you are doing? This is not right. Brent is just down the hall." Mrs.. "Susan took Bull's hand and put it right on her nipple. She mashed it in hard so he could feel the hardness of her little button and the soft swell of her budding breasts.She saw that he was not buying it, but his trouser front revealed his obvious arousal at her promiscuous action."Susan, I talked to Becky and she told me that you threatened her before class and told her she would "pay for it".Sue laughed like it was all a big joke."We always say stuff like that to each other. It doesn't mean.