’ Mallory sighed and then laughed as her sister gave a shout of triumph and threw herself at her. ‘His name is Ryan O’Connell…’ ‘Wait wha...?’ Mallory felt her jaw drop. ‘You are not serious are you!’ ‘I’m very serious.’ ‘You’re going to stand up the most respected quarterback in the NFL?’ ‘I’m not standing him up Mallory. You’re going! Besides the man has a reputation for being a man whore. If anyone can handle him it’s you little sister. Now the reservations are at that fancy new Italian. And it was late, the clock warned, as she finally sat up in bed and flicked on the night lamp beside her bed, standing next to the photograph of Sandor.With a groan of self-loathing, she lovingly picked up the metal framed photograph of her deceased husband. He stood on a pier, a huge oceanliner behind him; it was taken in 1968 when she and Sandor got off the boat to face their destiny in America. How happy and vibrant he looked! Margaret blinked back the tears, bit into her lip and put it back. He automatically thought of sex but thenjust as quickly understood that he wasn't going to be granted thatreward. No, his wife now shared his passion for chastity. It was adream come true for him. But how far would she take it?In the bedroom she produced several plastic bags from the bottom of hercloset and began to fuss with their contents without revealing what theyheld. All at once she brought out a pair of silk panties and a satinycorset. His mouth dropped open. He had saved a series. Faster and faster until I could feel her inner thighs start to press against my head. Concentrating on her clit, I would gently press my tongue against it, then I would stop, not wanting her to come, at least not yet.I lifted my head up and Kristen said, "Why do you still have your clothes on?". She then quickly took off my shirt and rather viciously yanked my shorts off. I laid down on the bed next to her. She reached over to my now hard rock penis and gently ran her finger from the top to the.