And I had to admit that the plastic texture of the apron did get to my kinky side as well. Especially the way how it rubbed against my nipples and bre...sts every time I turned.It took me a little more than an hour to get it all finished. Deciding to be a good slavegirl, I also wiped the sink dry and dried my hands. I wondered what Amanda expected me to do next. Maybe she heard that I was finished and I should wait for her to come over. Or maybe I should call out to her. She loved gagspeak, as. "Your body is betraying you, Sally. God can feel your lust. He can feel your nipples harden in pleasure. I'm going to have to punish your breasts. Drive the evil from them." It's you doing it Father. I can't help it!" Nonsense, child. I'm a man of the cloth. I am only bringing out what is already in your body." He pinched her nipples between his fingertips, pulling up her breasts, feeling her body stretch up, rising onto her toes."That hurts Father! You're hurting my nipples, please... !" She. Was very hot to see what, at my suggestion, Nigel done to my wife after blowing his load on her face. Nigel also a married man playing on the side, experienced with couples, had a regular couple prior to us and was the only single man invited to a closed swing group of 4 married couples. Very discreet and found more than 1 man on a woman quite arousing and very much liked the idea of fucking another mans wife in front of him. Like James he was perfect to share my wife with and was quite obvious. I was graduating from the same school that my mother had graduated from. Here I was 5’4, 110 pounds, 38d, 26 waist, and 32 hips, with hazel eyes. My mother was the same size when she graduated. Of course mom wanted me to wear the same prom gown that she had worn with some minor alterations. It was just to long for me and it was not the type that was worn during our time. Mom had worked in an alteration shop at a dry cleaner. So I knew that it would not take.