” Makta tells me. Wanting to please I decide to go as fast as I can. Makta moans as she starts to rub her clit. I see her tight rose bud and decide ...o try something. I place my left thumb on her asshole and apply some pressure. This drives her wild as she rubs her clit faster as I pound her pussy. I can feel my balls about to burst. I grab her hips with both hands as I drive my cock into her hard and deep. Letting my seed penetrate deep inside her pussy. After I finish cumming I can feel Makta. To tell the truth, I have been going through a bit of a rough spot emotionally these past few weeks. I have a lot on my mind. Last night I was having a particularly difficult time coping with the things I was feeling. I couldn't express myself, so I started in on a six-pack of beer to numb it away. I have never been a smoker, but I stole a cigarette from my husband. I don't know why I did that, but I did. He noticed that I was acting a bit off, so he followed me around and pressured me into. Eventually, only the twomen sitting in green armchairs and the two women standing in the doorway remain. I could watch that for days. Still, nothing wrong there I wouldhave thought. There must be something I don't know. I wonder what theyare thinking right now.The descriptor shows Jamie wishing he had a slave like Carl's: a slave hecould beat, who didn't have a strict no-pain limit in her contract like Lauren.He thinks wistfully of Stephanie being whipped. He has said that Carl is verylucky. He. But then she walked in and came over to him. He recognized the clothesfrom window before he recognized the wearer. What had been a shaggyuntamed mop of sandy hair was now combed in a side parting and framed herface. She was wearing a little eye makeup and pink lipstick."I'm sorry if I am a bit late, Ash," she said. "The lady in the shopoffered to style my hair and do my makeup. Do you like it?" You look ... I have never seen you look like this before." Ashton wasuncertain as what he could.