Her eyes widened at how big his cock felt in her delicate grip before slowly running her hand up and down his shaft applying slight pressure making hi... groan loudly again. He moved to lay between her legs and his free hand moved down her back until he held her perfect ass in one hand, his fingers teased the crease and her hips moved faster against him while her hands sped on on his cock and her clit, he removed his hand from her ass and brought a finger to her willing mouth. She pulled it in. .What would it feel like? Right now, already, just thinking about it, my clit was making my whole bloodstream tingle.I scolded myself for being timid. I’d regretted being timid already. Timid was not the way for me to live my life. If it didn’t work, I’d only be in the same place - without Chloé - not worse off. I could just stop taking the testosterone, after all.“Yes, alright.” I settled for being insane. “Please. Thank you Henri.”So I went to see his wife Martine, who was lovely, and she. " I can't imagine being a widow and not being owned by anyone," Kathy mused. "Why hasn't she let someone buy her? I know she has plenty of boyfriends." I'm sure she will when the right one comes along," Christi said wistfully, "but she and Dad really had something special. They were high school sweethearts and he saved all the money from his paper route to buy her when they graduated." How romantic," Kathy nuzzled Christi's brown mane which always smelled like roses. "You've never told me what. After shutting down the computer and the lights downstairs, Jeff raced up the stairs to look in on his captive stepsister.Stephanie was still there, her head enclosed in a white latex hood, her blonde hair made up into a long ponytail. Her wrists were locked behind her in a pair of leather cuffs. Steph's ankles were cuffed as well. The stark white of the cuffs contrasted wonderfully from her warm California tan. As she lay on her side, Jeff noticed a slight rocking of her hips, as if she was.