She is model material. At any rate, the day “it” happened, I was getting readyfor a date with Bob, my then boyfriend. And I was in theh...ll bathroom taking a bubble bath and was shampooing myhair, and the shampoo felt so smooth and slick, I ran myhands over my shoulders and across my breasts, all thetime thinking about Bob, and what we were going to dothat night. Thinking of him, and his beautiful stiff cockreally turned me on. My hand, as if with a will of. I sighed. "Yes, Mistress," I said, feeling dizzy and out of control. Shaking visibly, I reached forward and curled my fingers around her ankle and lifted her leg. Slowly, gently, I gripped the spiked heel of her stiletto pump and eased the expensive shoe from her foot. Her toes rippled in the air before my face, stretching the sheer nylon that encased them. I smelled her for the first time, an exquisite aroma of perfume, sweat and shoe leather. My heart was already pounding hard, but that. Lust took over and he planted kisses all over her vulva. Straddling Anne’s face looking at Graham between her legs, I opened my own pussy lips for her to pleasure. She wasn’t at first sure what to do but when I pushed my vulva onto her mouth and rubbed it across her face a couple of times, she got the message. His face still dripping with her juices, Graham got up and started to fuck her. Leaning over I frigged her clit while Graham pumped his dick into her pussy. Anne was getting the hang of. However the bike was a great excuse and i was in top to toe, soft black leather: boots, jeans, jacket and gloves. They weren't biker leathers but soft and close fitting, fashion leathers really, but it's not a speed bike and i just really loved to wear full leather; never been able to understand why, but the smell, the feel and even the sound, i find stimulating to feel and see.Tracey kept commenting on them and pulling my leg yet seemed intrigued and was often stroking them to 'see what they.