He used it to tilt her head to and fro, controlling their kiss. Pulling her closer to deepen that kiss, and pushing her back just a bit to find room b...etween their bodies. The fingers of his other hand were pinching her nipple. He could feel the small groan escape her lips. He probed a bit further, pinching a bit harder and her hands grabbed at his waist and hips. Pinching still harder, she broke away from the kiss to gasp. Her head fell back leaving him an exposed throat for kissing, biting. He. Thinking again of how she would soon be prepared, it did nothing to ease her stirrings given how different the reality would be from those imaginings. Carefully guiding the blade over her mound ensuring no part of it was overlooked, she knew that the day as it was arranged could no better represent her feelings and desires in being joined to her Master in this way. Always having been on her knees by his feet while they had talked of the ceremony, she had willingly agreed to everything. It was. There was always work to be done to get ready.At 9:48, I answered the doorbell and admitted a 23 year-old brunette named Contessa. She had a slightly Continental look and I knew she had an Italian background. She was a very pretty woman with a quick smile that always set my heart to fluttering. This, her fourth visit to my studio, was no different.With a good wig, a different costume at the beginning, and different responses to the biography questions, the same magazines would continue to. The man is sitting on his ass dejectedly in a pool of glistening lube. It seems the entire floor of the stall is drenched in it, rendering the incredibly smooth floor impossibly slick. His chest, stomach and leg hair is slicked with a mixture of his own sweat and lube. His impressive, thick daddy-cock is hard, laying on the floor between his splayed legs. Lube glints on the veins and smooth skin of the impressive piece of meat even as it twitches up and then drops back into the wet mess of lube.