It is his decision alone and it will be mind-blowing as always.Just the feeling of his touch, anywhere on or in her body makes her feel owned by him. ...It is as if they have become one. It is crazy, but wonderful at the same time.Of course, she really loves him engulfing her cock and sucking it to the point beyond words or reason. Still, she can’t deny the unique feeling of him entering her ass. He can fill her up completely and hit thousands of the sweetest spots, making her cum as often as her. First the dress and bustle pillow, then the corset cover, and finally the petticoats. She hung everything up in the wardrobe closet as she went. Down to my underwear, I started to feel the chill a little, so Betsy stoked the fire in the fireplace. Then she untied my corset laces and started to loosen them. When it was sufficiently loose, she separated the busk pieces at the front. I simultaneously felt relief, and fear. Relief from the fact that I could breathe easily, and fear because . I thrust my tongue into her depths and swirled around in her.Her sweet juices coated my tongue. I swirled about in her pussy. I caressed her with such hunger. My tongue danced through her cunt. I fluttered my tongue up and down her juicy slit. I flicked her clit. She bucked in delight.“Mr. Preston!”“You like that, huh?” I growled and licked her clit again.“Yes!” she moaned. She trembled there. “Oh, yes, yes, I like that a lot, Mr. Preston!”I grinned and flicked her there again. I licked at her. I was waiting there in her bedroom, she just came and removed her nighty and said shyam pls dot say any word just help me out, for the first time I was num and unable to say a word to a girl…she was in her inners, very sexy red panty and bra…it’s a very difficult situation to do to a friend in these dresses whom you never want to see in these moments..During my 2.5 years of job…I was trained for joint, hip, waist and arm massage, I never touched her private parts during massage though she was.