It was a droolfest of pictures, recipes, and the shop had the most mouth-watering truffles her mind could comprehend. In fact she couldn’t resist or...ering a few things for herself. Her boyfriend’s gift would have to wait. Before her cart was ready for checkout, she found one more item that caught her attention. There was a CD called, ‘For the Submissive Chocoholic’ that had a price tag of only $5 with any purchase. The only description was, ‘chocolate for the submissive person in you.’ Jenny. He kisses me again, I held on to his head as we caressed each others tongues, “is it better now?” he asked “yea” I answered “thank you”. He smiled and placed his hands under my shoulders, “Let me know when its too much ok?” he said and started picking up the pace, my pussy was really wet, I could truly feel myself squirting with every thrust inside of me. I was now moaning as loud as the other woman, I thought I saw my husband peeked over, I grabbed my legs and opened them wider, I hoped he was. But, in about 45 minutes, the Rolls reappeared and stopped by his side. Out sprung the father and embraced him."You have saved my daughter", he said."What can I do to reward you?"The tramp looked at the father and gave a sad gentle smile."Why, nothing", he said. "I'd just drink it away as I've done with everything else worthwhile I've ever had. I'm just glad your little girl is all right."Well, the father wouldn't accept that so in the end, just to shut him up, the tramp agreed to take 200 quid. ..she came out of the kitchen wearing just a skimpy and tiny set of white lingerie!!!The way the place was designed was as follows. The kitchen door was located in the middle of the hall in front of the bedroom door. Then the living room at the end of the hall.The timing couldn't have been more perfect. The kitchen was the only place where there were no blinds. Samantha stood there, fully exposed, in just her bra and thong, right in the only illuminated spot of the flat as if she were focused.