Jim is a lucky man to have such a wife."Earlier, Vanessa wouldn't have allowed another man to say that to her, but it seemed a compliment and she was ...leased this man found her beautiful. Suddenly, she was thinking about Jim telling Tom his secret and what he wanted to happen between them. Thinking back to what Pam had said, she began to wonder if she was wrong and they were right. Would she lose Jim, if his fantasy wasn't fulfilled? Could she ever let a man other than her husband touch her?. Another pair of cuffs, a match of those on her wrists, was locked around her ankles and these were locked in turn both to each other and to D rings on the backs of her thighs. This position contrived to make the most of her ample chest; the constriction of her arms caused the slave to push out her breasts, her erect nipples clearly seen through the material of the cat suit.The slave moaned slightly and wriggled again enjoying the tightness of her bondage. She rubbed her legs against each other. Ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, and thirty seconds, as if time was slowing down, my tender nude pussy had just nestled into the warm curvature of the plywood seat, that rose tantalising from my anus, to form a wave like curve between my legs, parting my labia and crushing my swelling clitoris on its crest, and as I leant forward on the most female of feminine pleasure chairs, I could feel my teenage body rock gently, my nude buttocks clench and relax on that deliberately man made curve to. She told me to lick her nipple and her areola, in a circular motion, and flick it on her nipple. I put my mouth to her nipple. My tongue raced laps on her areola, taking short breaks to flick her nipple with my tongue.Mrs. T pulled her bib shorts off and laid back on the bench. She rubbed her fingers on her smooth pussy. I could see it glisten with her juices. She slipped a finger between her labia and spread them open. It wasn’t the first pussy I’d ever seen, but it was the prettiest. She.