"I sat back down, as she planted a foot on my crotch and rolled her stocking off."What I want, they don't serve at any restaurant. You don't mind if I...take charge, do you?"I shook my head, no, as she repeated with the other foot, grinding her sole against my erection. She straddled the chair, her hips mere inches from my face. I could smell her desire as she reached behind her back, disconnecting her bra, shrugging her shoulders and revealing as perfect a pair of breasts as I had ever seen.. “As you all know, Sean and I met just yesterday. While I believe we both recognized and accepted the instant bond between us, the logical part of me still questioned how two people who had just met could be as compatible as Sean and I seemed to be for each other. From our last names being the same to us both being orphans who inherited family businesses; the synergism between us continues to startle me, as it did when I learned that we both played the guitar.”“For every theoretical argument. My wife must have been really pissed; I got five lashes with a thick leather belt followed by being “pegged” by my wife in my virgin asshole. It really hurt at first, but after a while I got used to it and my ass relaxed. Meanwhile Carol straddled my face as I was forced to eat her pussy as my wife worked on my ass with that dildo. Finally, Carol came and rolled off of my face. My wife had a pretty good orgasm also. I was surprised when I shot a load of cum as my wife fucked me. What really. I again must crawl slowly so as to not drop the pitcher. I refill it and crawl back. The nails inside me are starting to scratch and hurt. I crawl back, put the pitcher on your desk, and when back down on the floor, I curl my arms around your leg and look up with pleading eyes. You look down with enjoyment at me. "Yes, pet?" "How long do I need to hold in your nail clippings, Sir?" I ask. "Just a little longer dearest.“ You feign sweetness. "Here, have some water.“ You pour me another glass..