? Anne had a finger to her chin and was talking as much to herself as Tati.?I would love to try her in the ballet boots Anne. I have some beautiful ...nes in my own dungeon back East but none here with me.?The suitcase was almost empty after Anne produced a thigh length pair of black ballet boots and they forced Amy’s feet into incredible arches to get them on her. The women started lacing one boot each, pulling the edges together as they smoothed the supple leather up the legs. At the top. I breathed sharply."Does that bother you?" he whispered."No," I said. "It feels funny." I'll stop, then." No, I didn't mean bad funny," I said. And I didn't. As his fingers lightly grazed the scars, my stomach was doing flip-flops like you wouldn't believe. Because he was-- caressing me, is the only word I could come up with. He was caressing my scars. Like you'd caress a dimple or something.It is hard to describe how I felt right then. Content, warm, loved-hell, I was verging on euphoric. Talk. I don't know if I could even consider going down that road." Tell Charlie about our discussion and sound him out. Ultimately it will be his decision which counts in all this." I might just do that," I told her. "It might prove to be my chance to turn the tables on them and give them a bit of a shock."CharlieAfter Lucy's parents left early on Sunday morning she asked my mother if she could spend some time in the art room which grandfather had stocked. Naturally my mother gave her permission and. I need your cum in me. Shooting up inside me. Do it, baby. do it, Todd..."He pounded a few more strokes, then abruptly pulled himself out of me. The sudden absence of his penis was startling... I felt empty... I needed him back. He was quick to oblige, tearing the condom off and dropping it on the grass.Our eyes met. I thrust my dilated anus higher into the air and he drove his bare cock straight and hard into my gaping hole. A drop of sweat fell from the tip of his nose onto my lip as he.