She was standing there in four-inch black leather stiletto heels a shiny leather corset that stopped before her luscious 34C breasts and before her lu...cious beautifully shaved cunt. She was wearing arms length black leather gloves."Are you ready to begin Unoma," I asked her?"Yes of course" she cordially replied. There was a distinctive deep clack of her heels as she moved across the wooden floor. It was silenced when she stepped onto the carpet. She looked around at the various BDSM devices I. I opened the top drawer of my dresser, and there were panties and bras of all different shades and shapes. I picked a white pair of panties and slid them up to my hips. They were tight around my pussy and ass and tried to wiggle their way into my crack. Next, I tried to put on a bra, but I had more trouble with this than imaginable. I tried, over and over, to snap the latch on the back, but I couldn’t get it. Finally, I decided to snap it before I put it on, then I slid it over my head and. I looked again at her happy smile, and as I studied her I began to realize that she looked familiar. You know how you can see someone outside of their usual place, and think that you know them without being able to say for sure? It was like that. I clicked to the next picture. In this one, she had unbuttoned the first two buttons of the pajama top and had her hand on the third. The opening top showed the swell of her breasts, and just the hint of one nipple. She had shifted position, and I. However, as I again tried to calm myself, the dildo inside me kept moving. I opened my eyes and looked down. Black shirt was still sitting beside me on the bed steadily working the dildo in and out of my pussy. He had continued to do that while I was being tickled, and my pussy had come alive. Now the tingling sensations in my pussy fully registered on my brain. Slowly and rhythmically black shirt forced the dildo deep in my pussy, and then pulled it nearly out. My hips were involuntarily.