From time to time, I felt her and she was nice and wet. Once the strokes from my belt had made he backside a nice rosy pink, I decided it was time to ...remove those kegel balls. Slowly, oh, so slowly! More cries as I partly removed them and then pushed them back in again.Finally they came out and I inserted two fingers for a vigorous finger fucking. She was tight. She took hold of my erection and wanked me a little but then begged to have me in her. So, I had her missionary style, hard and rough,. But how could I suggest it, what would she think of me - 'I want to eat my come '- is that ok with you?' No, she would dump me straight away.But I made a plan, if I went down on her, covered my mouth with her juices and then work my way up her body and kiss her and she tasted her own juices; perhaps she would do the same to me.So, that evening I opened a bottle of champagne and when Lynne came home from work I suggested she put on some sexy clothes. 'You horny?' she asked - knowing I was by. "If I were you, Samantha, I would make sure she doesn't."Fuming, Jagati glared at her protector. She was curled on her side flipping pages in a magazine, which he'd bought for her the last time he'd gone for food. Bas was lying on the other bed, cradling the remote against his flat stomach, watching cartoons of all things. Rolling onto her back, she winced. Her last attempt at escape had not gone well. Once Bas had freed himself from the bathroom, he'd found her quickly. He'd taken his. . Just may be a chanceencounter with someone who would find this horny cross-dressed sissywhore sexy, or at least worth fucking... And though I would never act onthose fantasies, the titillating possibility of that happening wasenough for my heart to flutter and my dickie swell uselessly inside thehard plastic tube, to which I had no key.In this scared and aroused state, I gingerly stepped on the walkway,listening to the sound of my five inch spike heels on the concreteechoing my heart beat. It.