“I need this now.” She’d gripped his cock while raising herself off his knees. He’d held her open wide, wider than he’d needed to. She had s...ghed as she impaled herself on him.“That’s what I needed,” she’d said. “Hard cock. Deep inside. I feel it. Do you?”“Yeah, and it’s lovely.” And it had been lovely. Her soft, wet folds were all around his cock.She did the work, rising and falling slowly around him. She held his shoulders, and he held her hip with one hand, while his other held one boob and. Black suede boots, with a smallish heel but a heel nevertheless, that went up, and up... all the way to the knee. What's more, they were on offer!Denise imagined herself in her new green top with its plunging neckline, with a matching miniskirt and those boots. Could she pull that off?"Do you really think I could do that, Elizabeth?" she asked. In truth, she wanted to hear the answer "Yes!" Certainly, Denise. You've got the legs for it, I wish I had thighs like yours! Don't you think they're. “But why?”“I should have thought that was obvious!” said Hermione, rather piqued.“No,” said Jake. “Why was he here?”He turned to Gina.“Would you care to tell us what you think?” he asked.“Photographs,” said Gina. “It must be those photographs the bitch got me to take.”“I take it the bitch is Countess Olga Bluitoff?” asked Jake.“Yes.”“And there is nothing other than the photographs?”“No.”“So where are the photographs?” asked Jake. “And try telling us in one go, I’m getting a little tired of. First she spanked me over herknee so as to free me of my erection, then I had to tuck up my ballsand push my penis back between my buttocks so that they fit smoothly,and I had a nearly flat panty-front, with only a slight swell thatmight have, by itself, passed for a vulva. After inspecting me, shesaid:"You always were a pussy as a male. That's why you needed a woman likeme who would control you in the bedroom, and use you like men usesubmissive girls. And that's just how I am using you:.