He tied behind my head, and threw with his mouth ajar on mine, introducing me to all his tongue once morbid.Our tongues were a good time taking a puls...e, he clearly winning.At the same time, with the other hand, squeezing my buttocks, eager.With the first struggle, I climbed the shirt up to the ribs, allowing me to feel the contact with his penis, and the heat given off, against my abdomen.With your foot accompanied the door, closing it surreptitiously. But my senses were awakened, and he was. That was still no deterrent for weight to build up on my bones until I was almost a pear shape with big belly and plenty of fat on my ass. With small breast my anger about my weight was always something I hated about myself. My little mouth was not able to open wide and caused pain from his fat cock spreading my lips, almost unbearable until he started to pull it back out. “Damn you are tight,” he said casually while pushing the tip back further inside. My tongue was unable to do anything but. The girl seemed more comfortable with her undergarments out.We were now comfortable in talking with each other. Talks resumed and we became little intimate. I said – Now you must be feeling free and comfortable!! She smiled and said – You have an eye for details. Then she said something which made me believe that I can be lucky with this girl. She saw me with sexy eyes and said – You know, I have a fantasy. With my heartbeat rising I asked – What fantasy.She said – I wanted to lose my virginity. Mistress Bianca. Two more clicks and now a subtle metallic, almost chime-like sound as the woman stepped just inside the room, coming fully into the light. She wore knee-high black leather boots with high heels and a pair of silver spurs…the source of the soft ringing sound with each footstep. Her figure was a classic hourglass…an amazingly narrow, tapered waist in between large pendulous-but-firm breasts and generously rounded hips. Her black leather chest harness outlined and framed her.