‘Turn-about’s fair play, right? I believe this entitles me to a little fun of my own? After all, you can’t possibly expect me to be able to lean...against the window after all of that, can you?’ I let my hand wander down his chest and to the zipper of his trousers. Leo responded with a quick in-take of breath and a suddenly erect dick. I could feel it straining against the fabric as my fingers delicately took hold of the zipper tab. Looking Leo straight in the eye, I slowly started to undo the. Wanna hear it?’ ‘Not really.’ ‘Great. I think we should open a club.’ ‘What kind of club and what does it have to do with a gift for Laci?’ Donovan wanted to know. ‘A BDSM club but ours will be different. Wanna know how?’ ‘Again, not really. My goal is to figure out how to do something great for my wife, not to listen to one of your nightmare inducing schemes.’ ‘Okay, see, ours will have a theme. We’ll call it Club Transylvania.’ Donovan could feel the headache starting. Maybe he should buy. Try as he might, he could not fight the sensation, and within a moment he gave in. He felt the orgasm, and the cum explode out of his dick. He opened his mouth as he was cumming. Before he realized his mistake it was already too late. He tried to shut his mouth, but Sylvia’s milk-soaked fingers had already made there way in, and he closed his lips around them. The sweet milk began to alter his mind. For the split-second he had left of free will he looked up at Sylvia with an expression of pure. It wasn't that she didn't find her daughter exciting, though a horse screwing slut, it was just that her own imagination could conjure experiences which Sierra could never provide. So, often, she would use the girl to arouse her carnal desires and then retire to the bedroom and the mirror where she could entertain her wildest fantasies. Yes, it often left the girl unfulfilled, but submissives were there for the pleasure of the dominants. Cathy thought, perhaps she would give the "mare" to a.