His sheepish smile does not hide the fact that he loves ejaculating in her. “Did that fill you up?” he asks. “Let me see.” He slides his clawe... hand down, massaging between her thighs and slowly working toward her pleasure spot.And this is where the roles get reversed. Every time they play this game or one like it the dominance switches. The wolf goes from the hunter to the prey because Rin knows how much he wants to suck and lick, and it makes her want him all the more. She rolls onto her. The mirror tells me a lie and at a glance I appear to look glamorous, hair pinned up, long gloves, high heels. Under the dress I wear his favourite, scoop bra, french knickers, suspenders, a garter and old fashioned stockings with a seam. All this is topped up with just a soupçon of his favourite french perfume, not too much but just enough for him to look at me, raise an eyebrow in question and for me to nod in affirmation. Now I have to stand around till he gets here because the dress is so. Despite all this and all the touching and holding I didn't' think anything would ever happen between us until one night a couple of months ago, just before my 19th birthday, when my world was turned upside down -- in a good way! As I said earlier, we often used to lie on the sofa together and watch TV. This particular evening I was as horny as hell for some reason and when she had showered and had just her bathrobe on I suggested a film and patted the sofa next to me. Soon we were cuddling up. They both chose to ignore my moan.“All set!” she said, patting me on the back.Once again, I set about doing chores, this time cleaning bedrooms. Heather had to leave for a bit and told me Cara was in charge. She would remove the plug and let me expel the enema after I had finished.I made the beds in each room and Cara followed me around, alternating between rubbing my ass, tweaking the plug, and patting my crotch. Several times I doubled over a bit from the cramps and had to steady myself on.