We met for coffee she was dressed smartly in trousers a see through blouse with lacy black bra clearly visible and as she later told me the panties ma...ched. After chatting and agreeing to take things further I told her next time we met she had to wear a denim mini skirt with black hold ups and the same underwear. She told me she hated her legs and didn't suit skirts, I told her to do as she was told and wear what I said this was to be part of my domination of her dressing how I liked not as she. 'Nice.' King mouthed.Brock began exploring his new toy. The stripped soldier was a good sixinches shorter with dirty blond hair. Though short he was very broad, thickand muscular. He looked like he should be a model or movie star nottied-up, stripped, sweaty, dirty, and about to be abandoned in roughterrain. Brock ran his hands along the soldier's defined muscles tracingeach one as the soldier strained against his bonds. Brock ran his handsacross the soldier's pecs pulling hard on the. Her fingers dip into her gaping snatch. And she imagines them to be Cronus's cock as she bends down to all fours on the carpet. Mel, on the other hand, is living that fantasy. The pounding rhythm of a dog slamming into her body thrills her to the core. The staccato beat of his balls against her mound nearly wrests her control away from her. But she still barely manages to keep a tight hold on the massive knot permeating her cunt. Olivia desperately tries to match each thrust of the huge dog. Before I could close the door after keeping the box, there was a florist on the door. I received that too. I was thinking meanwhile that aunt’s husband was quite romantic and that she really was very lucky.I kept the flowers alongside the parcel. I was still thinking about aunty and her love life. I could sense the banging that her pussy was enjoying after being married to a husband like that. It was surely turning me on and making me want some of it.I wasn’t sure about that though. It would.