The irony was that jeans would work, provided they were fitted. That was for later in the week. At the moment, I tied her hair in a quick knot and add...d some eye liner and lip gloss. It was purely icing on the cake. I brought Siobhan out and Sheila shot more pictures. Then she showed them to us. It was one of those moments you never forget. In some ways it is not quite real til there is an image. Then, Jo asked the obvious question—how had she missed it? That let me explain what had been going. Duly anointed Kirstie mumbled something and ended by a demand that I get on with things as it had been a long time since she had felt a cock in her and wanted it as soon as possible.Lying beside her I started to enter her scissor style but the lifting of her thigh to allow entry clearly caused her discomfort and I was again reminded of her age – a simpler approach was needed and I lay her on her back more conventionally and anointed her vagina again with the lube and placed the swollen end of. Com website. At first we took charge of this male servantwith the intention of finding another Domme within the society for himto serve. Over the coming weeks as we discussed what to do with themale, (let's call him pete), an idea hatched that we should turn thismale servant into the prefect house maid for the retreat. Not a parttime maid, but a 24/7 maid that lived to serve anyone who visited theretreat. The more we discussed this the more excited we got!It was decided that if we wanted a real. Faster and faster he took me while moaning lasciviously, like some cheap whore. It was very intense and I began to fear that I might cum too soon. “Here, suck on this,” I said, lifting his chin and passing him the joint. My cock slipped from his mouth with a loud pop and lay glistening on my tummy, wet with spit. He took the spliff before dragging his tongue along the full length of my cock, his tongue skipping lightly over the base of my swollen helmet. He took a deep drag and filled his.