She didn't look at all like Jane. She wasn't the blonde woman that I knew anymore. She was a hot bald chick wearing a spiky leather collar and black... boots. She looked more like a porn star then the Jane I've always knew. I asked her to give me a BJ and she agreed. I've inserted my cock to her mouth and firmly pressed her head. I was in heaven: my cock was inside the throat of this bald bitch that I always wanted to fuck. Instead of coming inside her throat I pulled my cock out and came on. Linda’s body had filled out nicely over the years and only made her lush sensuality even more desirable. Her breasts swayed enticingly under her silk, spaghetti-strap dress and her hips moved like a cat as she entered my room. Her shock at seeing me slowly turned into a smile as she said, “Well, hello Dave. I didn’t know you were back in town. How long has it been?” It took me a few seconds to regain my breath... “Twelve years, Linda. You look as wonderful as ever.” I wasn’t lying. My eyes. Property, after all, has no need to be named.?Tears soaked Kara’s eye-patches – tears of fear, tears of sorrow, tears of loss. At one blow, her entire life had been taken from her. She could see no way out. All that was left for her was to be the pet-slave to a complete stranger, and hope for gentle treatment. However, her new owner spoke on, ignoring her pet’s emotional distress.?I will be using your mouth regularly, of course, so you won’t be deprived use of it forever. But when I do. Louise didn’t. ‘An upturned rowing boat?’ Sandra looked serious, ‘A rowing boat he doesn’t want you to touch?’ ‘Yes.’ It was just after the office late summer ‘bash’ and the girls had been talking at the bar. They had perhaps had rather a lot to drink and tongues were loosened, not that women are that reticent about talking or sharing intimate confidences as a rule. ‘It can’t be the same dream.’ They laughed together. ‘Better not be,’ said Sandra, ‘funny things happen in mine… and it’s not as.