“How do they manage to do that?” she muttered before accidentally standing on James’s foot and falling backwards.“Aargh, what the ..., what’... going on?” screamed James as she landed on top of him.“Oops, I’m really sorry, baby,” she puffed as she rolled herself round the right way and wriggled closer. “Good morning, sir,” she continued chirpily as she delivered a large wet kiss to his contorted lips. “Bloody hell, Vic, what on earth are you playing at?” he said wearily. “I missed it, and ...,. How cliché! And yet I found myself kissing him passionately in the hallway; trying to let go of each other long enough to get to the elevator. Pulling up his shirt as we ascended to a room — his, mine, who cared so long as it was close.We could barely get the door closed before he was on his knees in front of me, devouring my cock like he enjoyed what he was doing. I wouldn't let him finish me that way, though. I wanted to finish inside him. Watching his eyes as his orgasm hit.I woke to my. She got up and still in her shorty nightie went downstairs and found Emilie in the kitchen. Emilie smiled as Vicky entered. She too was worried about what Vicky might say. After all she had never expected Vicky to spank her yesterday let alone ever again. Yet both she and Marian had agreed to be spanked by Vicky if they earned it. Vicky saw Emilie smile and that made her relaxed. She went over to Emilie and kissing her on the cheek smiled and said, “So a new regime. Emilie. Me in charge. OK?”. So many images of myself like this now in my mind, me with big tits and curves and my makeup perfect, it all seems so fucking normal. i finger my clit sometimes with my legs spread wide open but i can’t ever cum unless Mistress makes me. i am writing this at my kitchen table dressed in a skimpy pair of red cotton bikini style panties dotted with tiny hearts. i’m also wearing a an orchid and fuchsia tied died pattern nylon scoop neck top – nicely showing off the cleavage caused by my swollen.