The straps had lace trim. It was adorned in diamonds andmust have custom made for him. He slid his arms in the straps, lookedat Leanne facing her. ...He reached back and hooked the straps togetherlike there was nothing to it.Thomas enjoyed Leanne's stunned look at how easily he had hooked his ownbra with his inch long fingernails. Most men could never have done thateven without the fingernails. Hooking a bra's eyehooks from behind wasnever a skill men ever had to know. Fingernails made it. Want to hear it?”Do I have a choice? Apparently not. Or even time to make one. SHE proceeds.“I WILL BE your Mommy. FIRST, SUPREME among all your mommies. I will tie you to my apron strings with a tie not easily cut or ignored. An umbilical cord.”“Okāsan? Mommy? I am not going to be able to function as I need to, on a leash.”“Call me Mommy. I’m Westernized. The leash is on your heart, not your neck, Baby. You will impregnate me. We will have children together. That’s the umbilical cord that will. Sucking this gorgeous nipple and running my hands over her thighs. She opened up and my hands was allowed to my hands to travel up her inner thighs. Her skin was warm and soft. She moaned she I sucked on her nipple.S put her hands on my shoulder and pulled me back over her. She was under me with her hands on my back. Her body felt so good next to mine. She wiggled under me and managed to positioned my cock at her opening to her pussy. I could not help myself, when I felt her wetness on my top. I furrowed my brow in return and smirked. You have no idea where this is headed and that thought excites me greatly.I meet your forward lean, gently grasp your chin in my hand and pull you forward to kiss you. It starts gently and becomes more passionate by the second. Tongues entwined, exploring, then... nothing. I pull away and look at you as you pout. I whisper, "Hands stay on the desk."Circling around the desk behind you, I push you all the way forward until your chest rests firmly on.