Een gouden halsketting met twee naakte mannener aan, een gouden dameshorloge, de slavenarmband en ring van gisterenmoet ik ook aan doen, staat op een ...riefje. Tot slot zet ik ook mijnpruik weer op. Ik loop voor de spiegels heen en weer. Dit is helemaalte erg. Dit kan toch niet. Zo loop ik toch helemaal voor gek.Aarzelend ga ik op de rand van mijn bed zitten. Wat ben ik? Een jongenvan achttien jaar die weet wat hij wil of ben ik zo ondergeschikt aanmijn bazin, dat ik alles doe wat ze me. As we played cards, I found I was getting a lovely view up her skirt. She was wearing tights but also a panty girdle. The card game was hilarious and, as she giggled, she'd part her legs very slightly and I'd get a full flash. It wasn't really until then that I started to think about Doreen and the possibility of what might happen between us. Of course, the signs were there - I just hadn't been looking for them. Anyway, I started to have the occasional wank with Doreen as the object of my. You grabbed me holding me close and I could feel your body coated in fresh cum as I crushed you in my arms. You’re soaked, slippery tits squeezing against me. "That was fun," you said panting heavily and I knew you had cum again while in the booth. I knew you knew this but I said to you in innocence "But Hun, you sucked the wrong cocks." "I knew that. I just wanted to put on a show for you!"was your reply. I was stunned, but still rock-hard. "Suck me off now." I sat on the bench and you knelt. Annette tensed, waiting for me to come back. I gripped her hips hard and slammed into her, driving my cock home, displacing all the liquid in one quick swoosh. Annette gasped, "Ooooohhhh, OOooooooohhhhhh! OMG!" I felt her body jerk with the force of my thrust. I drove into her harder and deeper with each thrust, she responded moving with me, driving her hips up and forward to meet my thrusts. Slamming the full length of my long thick cock into her like a pile driver, Annette " Ohhh. Ohhh..