He grazed the side of her tit with the oil slowly rubbing it. Then he was actually rubbing the tit on the side for her. She then rolled over and asked... him to oil the front. Her size D tits were bare and the nipples getting hard as he looked at her. He could not resist the sexy daughter and then rubbed the front of her. He oiled the big tits and nipples spending a lot of time on each one. He was using both hands massaging her tits with oil when he then ran one hand down to the stomach and then. Few things make me feel so deliciously owned as when a man plows the backfield on me. Plunders my booty. Buggers me. Rams my rump. You get the idea.“I’d love to wear your collar, too. Maybe even one where you attach and detach a leash to it. I don’t think that you quite realize how much I love the idea of being your pleasure slave. Yes, I read the works of John Norman, his novels of Gor. I found the idea of being a kajira, a sex slave, truly delightful. That’s what I really crave from you.“The. " A weirdo?" I smile"Haha, not the words I was going to use." I'm okay with being strange." Is it bad if I say I like you more than Liam?" Umm, It's probably best Liam doesn't hear you say that..." I know, I'm sorry. It's really mean of me, especially when you care about him." He's helped me. I wasn't in a good place when I met him, but he's managed to pull me back together. I have a daughter out there somewhere. My ex left me, and I don't know where she went." That sounds really tough. I'm. "This isn't right is it? God, how am I ever going to do this job?"Sharon picked up a cookie and nibbled at it. Good, but not as good as Mrs. Feldman's. "Poor thing," she consoled. "It's a sweet thing to do I guess, but you must have misunderstood about Mrs. Feldman. She didn't bake us cookies. She... well, she tossed our cookies." I don't understand," Kristie said, wiping away her tears.Sharon made 'V' with her finger, put it to her mouth and flicked her tongue up and down luridly.Kristie's.