Her corset was tight and because her k**neys had filtered all the excess water out of the blood, more urine accumulated than there was room for in her... compressed bladder. To be escorted to the toilet, she had to kiss and lick on all fours and the warden's boots. Probably a standard procedure to deprive new slaves of their humanity.Afterwards gag and blindfold came back and she had to walk on all fours to the loo on a leash. One supervisor pulled and one pampered her bottom with loud whip. I sat down on the couch and kicked off my pants. I told Barbra to kneel in front of me, but under no circumstance was she to touch me yet or herself. She knelt down and stared at my cock. I began to slowly stroke my cock with my right hand, and took my balls and cradled them in my left hand. As I stroked my cock and rubbed my balls, I told Barbra she could now start to touch me and herself. She reached between her legs and began to rub her clit. She watched my hand pump up and down on my. I lay there watching her. Her long blond hair was tossed over her back so I could see her gorgeous face as she impaled it with my manhood. I propped myself up on my arms so I could see her shapely ass sticking up behind her. She raised her eyes to look at me, her beautiful eyes full of love and lust. She sank onto one elbow, freeing her other hand to reach behind her to play with herself. What an amazing sight!“Tara, honey, bring that succulent pussy of yours up here. You shouldn’t be the. My mind was telling my body that relief was to come soon, my arousal building, waiting for the release my body so needed. Would the apartment be empty when I got in?I open the apartment door, hanging my coat up. The apartment is silent, I make my way to the bedroom, pulling the sheets back, and slip off my shoes.Why do I have these fantasies about her, she’s not my type, I’m married, my husband is a good man, our sex life is quite good. I’ve never been with a woman, yet she is my one fantasy.As.