"I'm not gonna shave." he smirked and looked at Scarlett. "it's okay like this." Scarlett glared at him. "Don't even think about it, you might not car... about this but this meeting means everything to me." Alright, alright, I was just kidding. You know this is a conference." he grabbed the shaving cream out of the mirror cabinet. "Theres probably a thousand people that want to hear what you have to say. We don't have to see these guys." Scarlett spun her wedding ring around, something she did. Slow moans escape your full lips as you dig your nails into the back of my head, trying to force me where you want me to be, but Ill have none of that. My tongue is flat as I slowly sick your slit from its lowest point almost to the top, I stop just before your clit. Long slow laps, over and over, poking and prodding, separating your lips, now and again licking a little deeper, to get to the meat of your pussy, but I largely leave your clit alone, I flick it with my tongue now and again just to. The man’s legs were locked into a wooden stock behind him.“That is Master Fester,” Eddie explained.“What did he do to be placed in there?” My dad asked.“Nothing! He likes it. He is here every Saturday and Sunday,” Eddie explained.“Why would he give up his weekend to voluntarily be here if he is a Master?” Simon asked.“Why would someone give up the right to make decisions for themselves and access to privileges you and I take for granted like when to eat and what to eat when they are a free. ‘Beautiful!’ she said again – and again, and again. Then she curled her legs and feet up on the bed and took a horizontal prostrate position. Ricardo felt right about what he was doing and simply loved to be admired that way, especially by an educated woman who was clearly geared up for wonderful things to come, and he would be there for her, taking some time off from his cleaning chores, simply to comfort her in the most delightful and erotic way, he looked forward to going further and he knew.