He retreated to just using his fingers as he told her about how he was going to make her ride him like she's never rode a dick before he fucked her in...to the best orgasm she'd ever had. (I've promised similar stuff to women in the past- I never deliver on that promise and I was sure he wouldn't either!)She wrapped her arms and legs around him and he carried her to the couch nearest the door in our front room, dropping her down on there, sliding inside her as he did so.Now as much of a freak as. She spreads her legs willingly and he drives himself into her as he continues to plant the kisses he wishes were tattoos on every inch of her. She thinks for a second that if she loved him, if she loved him the way she was supposed to, this might actually make her cry. He moans as he makes the first long journey into her. He’s slow and deliberate. He’s making love to her, and he’s doing it with every ounce of himself as if it might make a difference somehow. “Please” She cries beneath him. She. She dropped the cloth on the spilt milk and was going to use her foot to move it around, but Greg spoke up again. "No, Mrs. C. You should get down on your hands and knees to clean it up. It's the only way to make sure you do a good job," he said with a touch of authority in his voice.Responding as if she was in a fog, Mrs. Clark slowly dropped to her knees at Greg's feet and began to, hesitantly, clean up the mess. Greg felt energized, having Stacey's mom kneeling at his feet cleaning up after. My mistress doesn't reward failure, but in succeeding the rewards are amazing. She took me into the play room and laid me out in the bed with my ankles secured to the bedposts. My wrists were tied with scarves above my head and I couldn't move anything but my head. "Today we are going to play a game I call 5. I am sure you will love it as much as I my little slave. I am going to put my fist into your ass but you only have three chances to get it in. I will start with one finger and work my way.