Her pointed red tongue licked the corner of her moist red lips.It was her turn."How would you like him?" Verdé asked her."Hmm," Rosa said. She went o... all fours and wiggled the rounded curve of her ass in the air. "I think it's my turn to be the good hellhound," she said, looking back at them over her shoulder.Verdé guided Phil up onto his knees. His own cock became his leash as she led him down to Rosa's waiting pussy."Yes," Rosa purred. "I want to try out that wing trick." Her wings flexed. We struck up a friendship, going out to lunch a couple times a week, and arranging to meet for dinner and/or drinks after work, once in a while. I was in love with her. She was special. College educated, she was very personable. Only, she had a boyfriend, lots of boyfriends, I found out later, and I was married. Besides, she was eight years younger than me. To most guys, the age difference is a turn on but for me, it bothered me. We were from different times. She was 28-years-old and I was. ... wish the Saint Joan's Code allowed us to date, I'd go out with him in a second... ... yeah, right ... he probably has a girlfriend already ... how could he not... ? ... wouldn't mind if that toga fell on the floor ... just for a moment...Helen allowed herself a small smile of amusement as she heard her students' comments about her son. She wasn't out of earshot, of course – not ever, not in her classroom – so she gave a few of the whispering girls a stern stare. She was delighted just a. Beg if you want to clean the filthy slop off thesole of my shoe," Jen said.I needed it. I needed to get to Jen's shoe more than any desire I'dever had."Princess Jen," i began, "i beg you from the deepest depths of mysoul. i yearn to be your slave. Never before have i desiredsomething so much. A greater passion could not be found than thepassion burning within me to suplicate myself before you. i vow torelinquish everything i am and devote my entire being as your servantand slave. .