Damn it, she knew she had me! She proved it by smiling like an Angel and saying, “Okay, then show me how to do it to you.”I laughed and told her, ...��Okay, Love. Can the vanquished have a kiss before taking a finger in the ass?” She laughed and kissed me passionately and artfully, I might add. I told her, “Get into a position where you can see my anus, or rosebud, as it is sometimes called in erotic stories. Wet your finger, usually the longest one is used, as in the hand signal 'fuck you'. Do. But there was no permission right away. With superhuman efforts I ached to hold my climax, I begged him and begged him! Finally, He gave me the permission... I came clutching my pussy around his cock...Again He came out of me, untied me and ordered me to kneel down. He always likes me on my knees, right where I belong. He took hard leather cuffs and tied my hands behind my back. He always uses the right things, no fakes. Handcuffs are handcuffs, whip is whip, fucking is fucking, no lies, no. ). The kiss is mandatory though. A kiss in the morning was what we agreed on. Sometimes it would be longer than usual, depending on the mood. Going in the kitchen, I prepare my cereal, sometimes I had tea and some bread. I sit in the kitchen and eat my cereal naked and talk with my mom who drinks her morning tea. Sometimes my dad would barge in, buttoning his shirt, looking for his tea. He would drink it standing up while facing us. Sometimes he would caress my bare back or my mom`s or even. " He made a sweep of his hand, indicating the expansive layout of the older woman's office and separate sitting-room all furnished with the h and-picked choicest of the Manhattan decorators' offering, the walls adorned with stills and promotional posters from some of her earlier television and motion picture successes."Don't let it threaten you," she laughed, a real smile on her lips now for the first time since she'd first spoken. It was truly becoming on her, adding an even greater depth to.