” With that she returned to her spreadsheet.Olivia tried hard to read and to think, but it was not easy; her pussy was gushing from looking at the p...ctures, and from this whole situation, really. Her rational mind told her that letting the X-rated pictures of her get out into the world, under any conditions, would be a big mistake. But her emotions told her that to destroy something so beautiful would be a crime. If she’d stopped to think about it, it might have occurred to Olivia that her. Flushed, I put my arms through the straps of the soft, shiny bra and linedit up over my nipples. It still smelled of Karen's heavenly scent. Whilestruggling with the hooks in back, Frankie gently gyrated his hard penisagainst my behind. His panting warmed my shoulder blades. He finally got thewoman's garment snapped in place but kept stirring lightly against me.The bra was a little loose, but it fit. It tender coolness sent shivers downthe sides of my body. Frankie handed me the panty again. It. I was the Good Housemother and would have him help me with chores around the house. But, he wasn't trying to steal glances at my tit's anymore, he was overtly staring and grinning at me! I liked the attention. But I still had no intention of taking him to my bed. Sometimes he would pout and stomp his feet when given a command, and often wanted to know when his training period would be over. I would say, "Someday!"He didn't believe I would ever do anything with him. But like a pavlovian dog, he. Well this is all getting very deep, so let me lighten it up again. The main thing I liked was the excitement of taking a man's clothes off. Of feeling his cock for the first time. The look on his face when he first puts himself inside me (I love that little sigh of pleasure). I was always so excited to see what he likes and explore his interests. Would he be a dirty talker? Boobs man or ass man? Did he want to get anyone else involved, or dominate me? Kiss me or bite me? Men's sexual plays are.