Her hips froze, thrust forward, buttocks so tight, sexstraining against the rubber panties. She grew so very quiet. So still.Scarcely breathing. She b...inked. Inhaled. Exhaled. Her hips gentlyrelaxed. She blinked again. Breathed quietly another couple of moments,staring into space, her gaze so far away, her face so calm. Her eyeshad stopped blinking. "Yes, Mistress," she finally replied. Her voicewas barely above a breath. Her hands seemed to drift, as if underwater,down to her lap. Resting palm. Guess it has to, ifsome of my clients are 300-pounds and arrogant -- a person has to finda way to cope, I guess. But as it is, a little pinching and gropinggoes a long way -- and the sting of a riding crop on my ass isdelicious, too. Whether my wrists are pinned to the bed while mylover climbs on top of me, or I'm on my knees while the hand on myhead draws me in to that engorged cock, the little submissions arejust as important as the games themselves.Then again, one of my most memorable nights. Guess you got that down with going to Colton's!" Yeah, Lindsay, I did that! And like most things probably over did it - just for you Baby!" Oh honey, I ain't your baby! Your the fucktoy honey! For all those BBC!"She was still giving me the handjob thru my slacks. Licking her lips and making me go nuts. I might like BBC but this girl made me crazy with desire."After lunch babe - we have an appointment with Ronin! Some really special Tattoo's and some really really cool piercings! To make. He started unbuttoning her pink shirt, she took the shirt and put it on the handicap rail. He undid her bra, and while she was turned around he started working on her skirts buttons too, which she tried to stop him asking why do you need to take that off? and he said its going to get in my way, she got very nervous hearing that. He got her skirt off and pushed it down her legs, she still gave up and lifted her legs out of it, put it with her shirt on the rail. My wife was totally naked in front.