I wanted to ask her why she was so late. But I was completely enjoying her efforts to make it up that I decided to save it for later. But I was still ...a bit angry at her.I almost made her choke on my cock which she didn’t like but she still kept sucking it for 10-15 minutes. After that, she licked her way up my body towards my neck and then we started kissing. I wrestled control from her, got on top of her and removed her top.There was very little light in the room but I could still see her. I started noticing her juices dripping down her inner thighs, I so wanted to lick her juices up for her but I wanted to keep snapping pictures. She then turned to face me and sit down on the bench and again her feet together and her knees apart. But this time she reached over in a pile of blankets and pulled out her pink dildo. It is about the same size as me and she has never been that keen on using it but I was very happy to see that it was handy. She rubbed the head of it against her clit. The man thought she was a hooker standing on a corner. At first she was pissed. Granted, she was wearing a short skirt and heels, but the skirt wasn't all that short — it was just above the knee — but she didn't think she looked anywhere like the street walkers she had seen while driving around town and she was all set to dump on the guy when she changed her mind. Why call him a pig when she could string him along and then leave him hanging."How do I know that you aren't a cop?" Oh come on. I bound Heather in two, weight bearing harnesses. One harness around her chest, and the other around her hips and legs. She would spend the rest of the session suspended. Her tits were perfect for rope. Big, soft and firm. The rope bit deep in to her soft flesh, and made it swell beautifully. I fondled and sucked on each of her large breasts. Heather moaned when I bit her nipple. “Turn around, slut,” I ordered. Heather turned and stood perfectly still. I tied a rope to the chest harness, and.