Her hand slides to the back of my head holding me to our kiss as she sits up.Her other hand reaches between us and slides down my chest grabbing my fi...m member and guiding it to her. Her breath sharpens and she moans loudly as my manhood rubs slowly down along the bundle of nerves between her legs and presses against her moist lips. My hands slide behind her back to support her body while she wraps both of her arms around the back of my neck.Slowly, I push forward, feeling her tight heat. It really wasn’t all that much warmer than outside. Yes she’d be cold and hungry. He walked into the living room and turned on a small table lamp near the threadbare cloth-covered sofa. Her clothes were still scattered about where he’d tossed them yesterday. He needed to gather them up and dispose of them. After all, she’d not be wearing clothes anytime soon. But all in good time.Patil laid his expensive overcoat across the back of the battered sofa and his suit jacket soon joined it. He also. Suddenly, the man lurched forward and collapsed on the ground where he writhed for a moment before unconsciousness claimed him. The young woman's reaction was immediate and swift. She ran to her husband's side and lifted him into her careful embrace. She gently stroked his face as tears streamed down her cheeks."ANGEL!" She screamed.And, then she found only the sound of silence, blessed silence."So, today is the day we shall see whether the young man is his own man or not. For my Meg's sake, he. I told him to come in the back door real quite so she doesn't know he's there and I'd have her setting in a chair in the play room. He agreed and it was all set. We like to play on sat nights so I had her dress in her sexy slave outfit. it's a pair of fuck me pumps and crotch less pantyhose with a short little black leather skirt, a red open front push-up bra, black slave collar and a chain leash, completewith Velcro cuff restraints on her wrists and ankles. She likes to play the blindfolded.