He got into bed. I laid on top of him, gently moved hishands to the headboard rail, pulled the cuffs from under a pillowand snapped them on him."Are t...ey too tight, honey? I whispered as I ground my pelvis ontohis cock?" No Jan, they're OK."After some industrial strength fucking, I rose off him and went tothe john to drain the juices. I returned with a wash rag and towel,and cleaned him up. His erection had gone down, and I pulled thechastity out from under the bed, got between his legs, and. He said nothing. He lay there, blissed out, breathing hard. I slid off to have my shower.Whilst I was in there, enjoying the heat of the water and the sensation of hot sperm trickling down my leg, the curtain was pulled back, and I saw Patrick just below me. He was quite naked. For the first time, I was able to appreciate just what an astonishingly beautiful body he had; though he was not the gangling Anglo-Saxon hunk I had been brought up to hope for, he was utterly, utterly perfect - bronzed,. "Feel it inside."He moaned, she screamed, they came. I felt so bad. "I am a filthy perverted slut." Master Steve's semen dripped down."You were saying?" Mistress Julie looked at me again."I drank from a glass, the wine glass I gave Mistress Janice for our third anniversary and then I dropped it and..." and I was just blurting it out. There was no way to stop it. It would be easier this way. But it would be hard.My sister's eyes are almond shaped and slightly tilted. She looks wicked when she. He also didn't recognize his surroundings. His house was full of warmly-colored furniture. The rooms were large and spacious, and the furniture looked like genuine antiques. Everything was in high taste, totally unlike his old house. As he got up, he felt something funny in his body. Henry looked down and saw--- BREASTS! Rather small ones, but definitely now the kind a man would have. Paranoid, he removed his Victorian dress, complete with lacy bras and satiny knickers. Underneath, he saw the.