..Then I pulled out my secret weapon."Remember that time you showed me your mom's big black dildo that you found in her dresser?" I asked him."Yeah o...f course I remember that. But we didn't do anything with it after you saw it."My reply: "Well, I'll do a lot with it now if you go upstairs and get it. I'll fuck myself with it while you keep on taking more photos. I took a shower just before I came over so I'm totally clean on the inside. This could be really hot even if all you want to do is. "Thank you, Cecilia." She looked him up and down and said with a smile,"I always thought you'd make a lovely maid."Blushing, he answered hoarsely, "Thank you, Ms. Anderson." Closing thefront door with a nervous glance outside, he said, "May I take yourcoat?" She handed it to him wordlessly and he hung it carefully in thefoyer closet. "Mistress Tate is expecting you," he improvised, tryingto fill the silence."Mistress Tate, is it?" she repeated, amused. "Well, you'd better takeme to your. " She even agreed, as a consolationprize, so to speak, to let me fuck her tits when I asked for thisconsideration from her.Needless to say, we were home early, with Bindy a little more than tipsy."No floor, Brian," she insisted. Her breasts, tummy, pubes, and upperthighs still bore the slight pink bands that the bamboo rods of the mathad imparted to her flesh as I'd fucked her ass while she lay upon thefloor, and she, obviously, didn't want any more of the pain that had gonewith her. Above all else, she possessed an exotically perfect face that would have put Aphrodite to shame.This goddess was seated royally in an armchair above most everyone else, who were reclining on cushions closer to the floor. And despite her clear arousal she was still playing quite hard to get with any guy who approached her. When she did speak, her voice had a European accent which was at once intoxicatingly attractive and also threateningly bitchy.Isabelle followed my gaze for most of the hour,.