I gasped as I looked up at her in awe and Jewel raised her body to give me a better look. “Fuck Jewel, you look amazing” I yelled uncontrollably. ...ewel’s face lit up and in the candle light I watched her rock back and forward. She was even wetter than before and with ease she pulled me nearly all the way out and slammed down repeatedly as I watched her breasts jiggle. I groped her tightly losing control as Jewel began to moan, her breasts were large but composed in her older age. There were no. I loved stripping naked in front of the darkened auditorium, feeling eight hundred imaginary pairs of eyes on me. And I loved turning myself into a sexy tart - making up with exotic eyeliner and scarlet lipstick, topped off with the severe black wig: putting on black lycra panties, rolling on black nylon stockings, and clipping them to my suspender belt: then the little black dress, with its tight-laced bodice and short, fringed skirt. I finished off with black elbow gloves and patent leather. Sighing, she wiped her brow with her forearm. Took a few steps back, looking at the cross from every angle to make sure the last specks of sweat and body fluid were gone. She turned around and surveyed the room. Whips and chains and rope, cleaned and conditioned, hung on the back wall. The silver rails on the the head, foot, and bottom of the bed gleamed the way nickel rarely could. The black rug was drying after being steam cleaned and crisp black sheets clung to the bed. A BDSM lover’s. “Ah, yeah it seems that way. Do you mind fixing me one of those?” I asked, not wanting to risk standing up.Again she reached up into the cabinet. Again her shirt rose, and I was gifted another view of her perfect ass. While I was admiring her assets, I felt two arms wrap around me from behind. I turned my head slightly to try to see who it was.Before I could see, I felt what seemed to be two overly ripe melons pressing into my shoulders. “Jacob, you are home!”Angel, I assumed, had come into the.