What a cliché, I think. Taking a woman on an animal skin rug in front of a roaring fire. I continue to mercilessly fondle her, savouring the smell of...her sex, her mons wet in my hand. Some say doing a woman well is an art form. To my mind it’s more about experience and I intend to apply all of mine over the coming night. By the time she leaves tomorrow she will know what it is to be fully used by a man. She is breathing heavily and wriggling. Is she really as needy or is she acting – making me. And then he felt a firm, but not painful slap across his face. This angered him, but he was tied and could not do anything. He said with a growl in his voice, "What the fuck is your problem? Take this cloth off my head and look me in the eyes you fucking pus-". Another firm slap against his face. He got really pissed off, but didn't say anything else. He felt the two hands touch the tops of his feet and run all the way up his legs to the inner part of his thighs and linger there for a. She did not received my call and sms me,” wait, i not in position to talk to u now i will call u later” Man i was in heaven and passionately waiting for her call. It was roundabout 11, i received a call form her. I disconnected the call immediately as my wife was sleeping, i did not want to wake her up and came out from my room to living room and dialed her no, and we started chat on phone casually slowly the discussion came to bodies she admired me my height i admired hers. Then she asked what. When the food was served, we all sat at the table, where I sat first, then gave permission for the slaves to sit. Once we were all seated, I asked them to tell me how their day at work had gone.Dinner was then fairly informal, which relaxed cindy & she opened up about our chance meeting that first night & how it had changed Sam & her life, which really surprised her, because up until then, she was a strong believer in Women’s Rights etc. Now she was going against a lot of what she had believed.