She turned, her hair swaying around her face. She squirmed as she reached the peak. A naughty chandelier to dangle over us.“How’s that?” I asked... as I secured the end of the rope to another hook set in the wall with a bowline hitch.“Just perfect, Master,” she said with a soft sigh. “Mmm, I feel amazing.”“I bet you do,” I said. Already a drop of cunt cream fell onto the bed. “It’s not biting into you in any places. No tingling.”“Circulation feels fine,” she said, wiggling her fingers and toes.. I stopped. Took another deep breath. Exhaled slowly. I pushed open the more heavier, wooden door doing my best to keep calm.He was no where in sight. I breathed a deep sigh of relief, felt the muscles relax just a bit and turning, I closed the door behind me, being much more sedate in my mannerisms. I knew my reprieve was going to be short -- he was still in the house -- somewhere. I walked purposely through the kitchen, not deeming to hide the echoed clicking sounds of my fuck-me heels as each. He started humping his hips as she stroked his long cock, "Yes that's my good boy." Tanya softly said as she stroked him, enjoying his powerful hips humping into her tiny hands and wondering if he would fit inside her body.He moved faster, until he froze, Tanya couldn't believe her young eyes. At the base of his beautiful cock a giant ball began to form. Bigger and bigger it grew until hot salty dog sperm shot from deep in his cock. Tanya lie stroking him as fast as she could go, letting the. I had been attracted to older men as well as younger, perhaps it was a maturity thing. Regardless, I found myself at his suburban front door about 90 minutes later, at about 11:00 in the morning.He answered the door in a bathrobe, with bare legs and a hairy chest showing through the top of his robe. It was an average suburban house, nice enough, and obviously decorated by his wife. There were the required family pictures around the place, and blankets neatly folded over the backs of the.