Because angel might just have to go back to it again if enough people like it.Enjoy :)She is standing in a dark room, wearing only a collar, a bra and...matching pair of panties. There are foot steps coming toward the door. She's slightly afraid of what she'll see when the door opens. Angel wonders what's in store for her this time. She plays with the purple collar around her neck, trying to adjust it, bouncing and flicking the red tag that reads "angel" on the front and "belongs to master" on. Glist would lean over to put something away and I would be looking at her broad hips and toned bottom, then suddenly realize that she had stood up and that I had lost all sense of time. Sometimes, Mrs. Glist would join Lindsey and I in the swimming pool and I would become fixated on her narrow waist until Lindsey splashed me.At various times, I found myself staring at Mrs. Glist’s bust, her legs, her waist, her bottom, and even the back of her head. I think Lindsey may have suspected I had a. He was non-responsive, unable to even talk. I really wanted to keep going but I was also worried about him, that I might be doing damage and would be in a boatload of trouble for it! I slowed down and was about to stop to check his vitals when hands joined mine to keep me going. Such a relief. I increased my speed. When it got too much for him, he would slow my hands down, almost stopping, and his cock pulsed in my hand. Although he was not ejaculating yet, it was oozing a sizable amount of. She arrived back in the hallway just as Buck was entering with some of her gear. He stopped and said, ‘That was a close call.’ ‘Oh was something not going to plan?’ He stroked her cheek and she stayed still, rather liking it, accepting it was a very intimate touch. ‘Bad news initially,’ he frowned. ‘ The caller was Jessie Lime who’s acting as my campaign legal consultant. Earlier this afternoon she read the City Charter and found that one of the requirements for mayoral election was the.