I know if I were a woman, I wouldn't want some crusty, sweaty man to stick a dripping cock in my face and expect me to suck on it. I wouldn't want a h...rd, knobby dick pushing in and out of my pussy or ass hole, at least not after having the same thing done to me by a nice soft woman's tongue. The thought of a man's slimy cum, oozing down my leg like a caterpillar makes me shiver.But now, take breasts for example (and I wish I could.) If I had some (two) of my own, I wouldn't want some smelly,. It was her cunt that was the start and end and the very centre of the universe. She was vaguely aware of the headphones being removed, of voices, of padlocks being unlocked and chains removed. She seemed to be breathing in through her whole body, drinking in life. She knew that she must be grinning like the Cheshire Cat, even though her mouth and throat ached. Her eyes were still closed when the blindfold was removed and she heard the bedroom and then the suite door being closed. She sighed,. Before she could remember, David’s hand slithered into her legs, running between her thighs. Alisha grabbed his hand with both her hands, but he was already there. Gently he touched her upper pussy area. His forefinger ran down tiny clit.“No,” Alisha moaned and tried to push his hand away from her sweet spot between her legs. David never wasted time, he was moving forward with his forefinger and mid finger. His finger had found her hole within seconds. Both fingers were inside.Alisha arched. That was why theymade me do it. As I removed each item, I set them neatly on the seat ofthe recliner that was against the wall. That had formerly been my chair,facing the big-screen TV. Now, not only wasn't I permitted to sit there,but I wasn't even allowed to turn on the television. If I got to see anyshows, they were either ones that the happy couple watched, or else onespicked especially for me. What was put on for me when they weren't inthe room were home shopping programs for women's.