She put her hands on her hips, her cock now hanging half-flaccid below.“Slave, I'm going to ask you a question and I want you to tell me the unvarni...shed truth. Do not tell me what you think I want to hear. Just answer honestly. You will not be punished regardless of what you say. Understand?”“Yes, Mistress.” His body wiggled in its bonds, his anxiety evident.“Do you enjoy being my slave?”“Yes, Mistress. Very much so.”'You already knew the answer to that one. Be more precise.'The Chief Matron. Slow exploration, feeling her inner walls, all this making her go crazy and jerk her back with “uuummm ….. aaahhh … hhhhmm”.After moving my finger in her for few minutes I touched her on the upper inner side of the pussy, and she was like “uuuhhhmm ….. aaaahhhhh … ” , it seemed I have got it coz when I touched in there she moaned loud and arched her back to the greatest. Now a mischief stroked my mind that I should do it more to confirm that it was her G-spot, coz if that is, then I will make. Would it be awkward afterwards? Would we still be friends? Would he tell anyone? What seemed like minutes had passed but it was actually seconds. Extreme close up had ended and some sexy looking girl was sitting on a park bench flashing her bald pussy at the man sat next to her. I turned to Ian and nodded. I would suck his cock. Not the most convincing yes but it was good enough for Ian who stood up and took his t-shirt off. Ian was about 5' 9" and was quite athletic in build and had short. I’m an amazing woman. Continue doodling around here, I’m off to cook lunch,’ As the repeat smell of breakfast of fresh fish fillets cooked in sunflower oil drifted through the small combined kitchen/living room, Sierra put a glass of dry white wine in front of her father. ‘After that heart scare I’ve been advised to moderate my drinking.’ ‘Then drink dry wine and cut out whisky.’ ‘I like whisky.’ ‘That’s fine – we all will die of something.’ ‘You don’t sound like your mother.’ ‘I don’t, do I.