She moaned even better , it was the first time she was loved during sex , And right when I was about to chew her melons over her blouse , a call rang ... her husband was on the call and said that he had reached the airport and his flight was delayed by a hour and he kept talking , all the time she stayed on my lap n we were really getting annoyed with her husband and I got her down while she frowned her face while talking to her husband trying to make him keep it where he had no idea of doing. She doesn’t know when this girl can use these items with the good Dr. but, she is just wet as hell thinking about it.?We had a great chat about hiding all those exciting toys and the anticipation of being able to use them in a Master/slave situation. Anna, said that she would find time on her own to play with them so she would be the perfect slave, and a horny slut, when it came time for that. And we talked about us and of the issues that faced us in the future as a couple. Complicated issues,. My caramel flesh looked so appeasing in contrast to her pinkish complexion. She helped my hand to caress her rump, it was so smooth and covered in a small layer of sweat from being locked in the muggy room. Our hand drifted back and forth over the inset crack of her ass, then Amy led my hand lower.As we approached her twat Amy closed my hand so we were both extending two fingers. I could feel the heat being produced by her sex, I could even smell the heat, like sweat and warm tropical fruit.. They came right over, standing close, but still a respectful distance away. “Your car is pretty full of boxes, uhh...” said Mr. Sir. “What's your name? Who the hell are you? I'm not supposed to answer to you, why am I doing it? Why am I acting like this? You're not the boss of me!”“Am I not?” Brian retorted. “Try resisting my authority and see what you get, I dare you.”“I'd rather not, not. I... I want... please, not like this sir, I'll do anything you say! You're the boss, okay, please sir,.