‘The word makes me think of wine.’ She put her hand on my bare hip and squeezed. ‘Come on. Tell me about your trip.’ ‘I called you every nig...ht,’ I said. ‘You’ve already heard everything.’ Her hand slid around to the hollow at the top of my thigh. My cock jerked, and I wished she would touch it. ‘But I want to hear it again,’ she said. I looked into her gray-green eyes and tried to decide if she were joking. She looked sincere, like a child waiting for a bedtime story. But why on Earth would she. His already hardening cock was straining against his shorts. He tugged on her leash to make her stand. He kissed her nice and deep, his tongue mating to hers. His free hand fondling her right nipple and giving it a firm pinch. He took the leather part of the leash and rubbed it against her left nipple. She let out a moan as he smacked her left nipple with the handle. She moaned louder as he again smacked the nipple. ‘Good slut’ he said softly, ‘But you have been a naughty slut by touching. 'Mummy's favourite thing' was having me kneel behind her and start sniffing her cunt and her arsehole - she had got into the habit of never wiping her cunt after she had been for a piss, so her cunt always smelled delightful. And on warm days her whole fuck-slit from her clitoris to her puckered brown anus had the most wonderful warm sweaty aroma - and not just aroma, it tasted as good as it smelled, since it was never long before I was tonguing out her fuckholes and tasting all her juices. And. ” Elizabeth stood up and started to unfasten her cumbersome dress and corset.-----------------------------------------------------Sam gulped nervously. This was Lady Elizabeth Parker. He had never seen her before, but had heard the other miners make obscene comments about her, he had thought that they were the typical exaggerations of workmen, but he had thought wrong. She was not just beautiful, she was a goddess. Sam’s manhood was awaking before she had unfastened the first hook. As she cast.