She adored wearing leather clothes as often as possible and would rarely be seen in shoes whose height in heels was lower that five inches. Sharp, sti...letto heels were her favourite and revelled in the sound they made as she stepped confidently, her beautifully manicured feet shod and lifted, feeling her calf muscles stretch with each stride.Angela loved the way a tailored leather skirt or dress would cling to her curves like a second skin. She simply adored the scent of fine leather, the sheen. ”“Don’t procrastinate. This is a hard thing I’m asking of you, both difficult and time-consuming. Get started on it and work at it at least eight hours a day until it’s publication-worthy. I think you are going to be okay, but there may still be times when the emotions overwhelm you. Call me if you need help.”Don’t forget to make her unable to talk about us.There was a pause and then Jan said, “Marsha, tell your mother my name.”Marsha turned to Mrs. Schaff but froze before she could speak.“Try. She went to the bathroom and stripped it off, fuck, just as she feared her tits were bruised, not to bad but certainly noticeable if anyone saw them, she checked her neck, only one bite, very faint and more on her shoulder than neck, she could easily hide it and make up some story of how she’d done it herself, an accident of some sort, she’d really have to have a word with Lynn about leaving marks on her, she’d love to let her just do what she wanted and she had no doubt Lynn would enjoy. Then I feel you, behind me, at my head. Your fingers run over my chest, pinching gently along my shoulders and softly through my hair. Then tenderly grasping my head, you slowly grind your thick, swollen cock against the top of my head. My head being the only thing I can freely move, I rotate my neck, loving the feel of you pressing yourself against me. "Hungry, slut?" You speak quietly, never stopping your motions against me. "Oh, yes, Sir," I whisper, licking my lips. Your hands leave my.