” “Oh but my sweet, sweet Malice,” he growled, “I’m thirsty.” He pushed me down onto his bed, then crawled up my body and smiled. “Com...e on baby,” I said, “Let me return the favor.” He smiled wickedly and asked, “Are you willing to trust me Malice?” “Yes,” I said without hesitation. He reached above my head and I heard a metallic sound, like something hitting the ironwork on the bed. He took my right hand and stretched it over my head. I looked over, saw him take a leather cuff with a metal. Moving her hands up to her breasts cupping them her pink nipples semi hard her head back as she began to massage them, watching knead that soft pliant flesh made him weak at the knees, his hardness straining against his jeans, he unzips, letting his cock spring free, slowly he strokes along his shaft. Her hand glide down her body and over her mound rubbing the heel of her palm rubbing lightly over clit, he could see this in the mirror the more she rubbed the more she flowered, he could. .. With her big warm sweater, knee length skirt, and sensible black boots, she looks very conservative. Very much the yummy mummy type – not sensational, but likely to get plenty of attention if she wanted it. It’s a lot easier to imagine her picking the kids up from school, or reading a bedtime story, than it is to believe that she really wants to be on this show... Once we are up close, we can see her soft, round features and twinkling eyes. When she smiles the bottom half of her face changes. She was still deciding when she felt Chris put his arms around her and bury his face in her freshly washed hair. ‘You smell nice,’ he said as he kissed her ear, before turning her around and gently dropping a kiss on her small nose. ‘I just had a bath,’ Cassie said, dimpling up at him. She turned back to the dresses which she had laid out o her be. ‘Which one do you think I should wear?’ she asked, looking at Chris for help. ‘I can’t tell you until you try it on,’ Chris said, pulling out a.