“Yeah, too bad. I’m gona go jump back in, it’s getting chilly. I’ll call you back later ok?” I say trying to get off the phone. My nipples a...re hard little pebbles, but not from a draft. Antonio leans up and takes the nipple I was playing with into his mouth and sucks hard. I stifle a groan. “Not tonight, I’m tired and just going to go to bed.” Yeah, I bet he is, only not alone. I’d bet my house he is bedding a tight assed, big busted blonde as we speak and he is doing his, I’ll call her so she. I walk over and give an outwardly confident smile and offer them refills. Both swallowing hard in unison, they thank me and I go off to the bar. My mind is running around like cycles at the Olympic velodrome. She’s lovely. Not in a model/porn start way, but a gorgeous woman exuding warmth and friendliness, despite her nerves, although I can’t quite decide if she’s about to head for the hills, or knock over my drink and drag me upstairs – I live in hope … I sit down with the drinks and we each. Then we were lying in the bed, at 6 the milkman came, unusually mom removed the top button of her nighty and went quickly to get milk and I went back as I was a small girl she did not mind me coming, she bent a lot and got the milk, and the Peter was looking into her nighty and he must have seen her cleavage as his eyes was full of lust and his face was happy, then mom called him Peter gas cylinder has to be changed will you help and he said ok.He came in and mom led him to the kitchen and. The dominatrix was rather impressed at how tough her slave was proving to be. She couldn’t believe that the girl still hadn’t submitted after all the torment she had endured. The captive couldn’t even see straight. Every inch of her body was in absolute agony as she stood there in front of her mistress. Blood was dripping from several spots where the belting was so severe that it tore through her delicate flesh. The young girl closed her eyes and wished death upon herself for an instant before.