Ashley can smell Mistress’ wet cunt. Its pheromones cause her to feel high as she breathes them in. The last days are all a blur now. Her nights in ...the cage, her frustration and loneliness. The warmth of Miss Rose and the urge to please her. And now, Mistress, the woman who had taunted and teased and aroused her for 3 days, has her dripping sex, 2 inches from Ashley’s lips. ‘Open,’ Mistress commands. Ashley does what she’s told, her soft lips parting. ‘I want you deep in my cunt.’ Ashley. His driving was smooth and safe and we reached the restaurant in what seemed like no time. He parked the car and got out, coming over to my side to open it and offer assistance. I grabbed his hand and once the door was closed and locked, we headed inside, hands still together, walking towards the entrance. We were at a small local Italian restaurant I had heard great things about. Upon arrival, we were immediately seated at an intimate table for two. A single white tea-light candle burned in a. She slowly twirled her tongue over the tip of the fat purple head, scooping the bead of precum into her mouth“Fuck!” Anthony whimpered. His fingers gripping her blonde hair. She felt him take her plaits in both hands and pulled her towards him, forcing her to take more of his cock into her mouth. She looked up at him. Her blue eyes sparkled as she wrapped her lips around the shaft.“Oh fuck!” Anthony gasped. “Fuck, fuck fuck.”Hannah sucked him, her fingers stroked his balls, feeling the soft. We’d had sex in the cave recently; I’d shot my load in her for the first time.“No he won’t”, said Mam, “Our Pearl will get it before he ever will”“Are you taking me now Donny or what?” said Jean petulantly.“Yea, come on then Jean!” I said and as I passed her she put her arm up on my shoulder and with a pout pleaded, “Would you lift me through the yard Don?”“Christ, what did your last servant die of!” I jibbed, cupping her bum in my arm and lifting her cleanly up. Her arms went round my.