She proved herself more than worthy by sucking and deep throating cocks like an absolute pro and turning DP into an art form. The very fact that she i...s still alive today and can still walk, is surely a testament to her amazing superhuman abilities.As usual, the party was held in a very discreet, modern style coach house, situated in the heart of Whiteley. Really nice, clean place, with all necessary amenities, including two separate bathrooms, a well-stocked kitchen, with plenty of refrigerated. I went to get the bra and as I pulled it out, a black g-string fell onto my bed. It had a small note attached that said " I think you'd look sexy in this, Val."My mind raced as I laid on my bed and held up her gift. I started thinking of how beautiful Val was. She and I were almost identical in height and weight but she was a beautiful brunette and I am blonde. I noticed that my nipples were harder than they've ever been. I couldn't stop thinking about her so I got out my phone and nervously. She would say that she liked to be spanked or talked down a little while in reality she meant she wanted to be someone slut and do as they wish whatever they wish. The stories he had sent her were not of the soft erotic kind and had never failed to make her wet, even if she sometimes was reticent to admit it, especially if the story was filthy. Now however she was the story. He had attached a leash to her collar and was dragging her to the adjacent room. She was made to stand up on the tiled. You examine the tip, run up and down its length, taking in every square millimeter of it through your sense of touch. I love the way you tease me. You feel my fingers skimming the waistband of your pants, and meeting in the center. As they dip into the small gap between fabric and navel, I encounter only smooth skin. "Shaved?" I ask admiringly. "Mhmm," you nod. Your eyes are full of mischief. "You should really see it." "Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" You giggle. Your hand wraps.