..... ..I told you it bothers you? She took a little time to answer and at the end, you see that by the fever or whatever it was he said no, then I lo...oked at the guy I gave him a sign of approval so he could continue, he did not think much and began to caress him the inner part of my thighs and she began to breathe a little more excited and I took my cock harder, apparently the black caresses were having an effect, because she opened her thighs all that gave the seats, the black emboldened He. She was dressed in a black leather body suit with her breasts hanging out and her crotch on display. She wore long black studded gloves. I watched as she went to the wall and took down a whip. She swung it through the air. The cracking sound filled me with fear. She came over to me and gently stroked my body with the whip. She took a few steps away from me and swung the whip through the air. I watched in disbelief as the whip flew through the air, struck my stomach and wrapped around my body. I. She moaned an even heavier moan as I touched it, massaged it through its hood. I looked at her face and her eyes were closed and she was biting her bottom lip. I looked down, and her smooth slit was glistening with pure desire. Slowly, I took my thumb and index finger and peeled back the thin layer that covered her clit. She moaned even more as I exposed it. So pink and hard, it shined, glimmered, in the light of the room from its own wetness. I ran my finger down her perforation until I felt. . the usual erotic sketches and watercolors, the statues of fauns and satyrs with oversized phalluses, some beautiful illustrations of passages in the Kama Sutra, and so on. I was often asked to give my opinion as to the provenance and authenticity of them, since these sorts of artwork are less likely to have their histories documented. My years in Germany were not wasted. Of course, I would have been delighted if that masterpiece I had seen in Wiesbaden, showing the seraglio with the four.