But the other reason is much sweeter,? She added as She reached underneath my ass and tied a little blue ribbon around my exposed penis. ?I am wearing...a shirt, no bra, boxers, and jean pants. You, my sweet little puppy, are wearing a bra, panties, and a fucking French maid outfit. Now, who dressed you? Was it me? Or did I just tell you what to do and you did it your fucking self?? ?I did what you told me to, Master?. ?Exactly. A mistress is someone you respect, someone you fuck, but a master is. Long and slow. I pulled over and we fucked for a good 20 minutes before I came. jan said thanks, I was so jealous of the good fuck you gave her. She then said alan never fucks her like that.I drove her home. I went to kiss her and she said, no this was a ontime thing. I said ok. She walked away and I drove back to alans. I purposely left my wallet there and said to his mom that i needed my wallet. she said its getting late. why dont you stay here for the night.I agreed and went down stairs and. She spread her legs further and tugged down the zipper of her jeans, barely feeling the icy chill. Her fingertips traced gentle circular patterns against her swelling clit, her breath a soft pant. Each rise of pleasure worsened the ache of need. Instead of anticipation of release, she felt only more want and desire.Diane closed her eyes and tried to reach into the haze, but it again remained quiescent. Her eyes fluttered open as she thought how this had been a foolish thing to attempt. If a. Smita was ready to witness world cup final between two top teams of the game.Shyam opened his underwear as well as Usha’s lingerie for the match.He jumped on to the bed and started massaging softly.He started massaging Usha’s boobs and nipples from the back only.He also applied oil in her navel and gently rubbing it. Usha started moaning now.She told Smita that really the massager is giving sexy massage.Smita told not to open her eyes and feels that she is getting massage not from the female.