Yes, Emma is coming along perfectly.Donald moves away from the bed somewhat out of Emma’s sight. He undresses as he hears her sigh in disappointmen...t. He comes back to the bed. Emma lifts her head a little, looking in the mirror, she sees his beautiful naked body standing right next to the bed. He climbed on the bed and kneels between her legs. He runs his hard cock up and down Emma’s slit, in her juices lubricating himself. She groans with the ecstasy of this touch. When well wetted by. In the middle of the room was a wooden gymnastics vaulting box with a soft, PVC wrapped pad on its top, and threaded under it were four cuffs on straps. There were a few bags, neatly stacked in the corner of the room, which was illuminated by a single bulb. The walls were white, with no pictures. It was clinical and unwelcoming – a room with one purpose in mind, and she was about to find out what that purpose was. He stood in front of her and she stared at him as he unbuttoned his shirt. He. I slowly opened the door. She sat on the toilet with her dress around her waist, fingers pounding her fur covered cunt. She stared at me as she came, body trembling and a flood of her juices splashing into the water below. With her eyes fixed on mine, she soaked her fingers up good with her sweet juices. With all the lust she could muster, she stood, and walked towards me, her dress still gathered around her hips. She stopped inches from my face and fed her cum coated fingers to me as I stood. After some tender moments in the shower they sat enjoying a cup of coffee and light conversation together. Kathy was in no apparent rush to return home to me."You know Kathy," Ruth said, "thanks to you honey I have really started to live again." Thanks Ruth," said Kathy who kissed her friend tenderly on the lips again."Those guys we had last night were cute. I loved the way Jack took control of me on the dance floor. I haven't been held like that in years and he could dance. George.