What he really wanted to do, truth be known, was just take her to bed and make love to her. Not dominate her, but make love to her. But he knew she ne...eded more. Over the last year, Peggy had confessed all her fantasies to him, including some that were kinkier than anything he, the "all-powerful" Dom, had done or cared for. Steeling himself to do something that wasn't a particular turn on for him, but he knew that she fantasized incessantly about, he strode towards the bathroom.Slave entered the. ”"See? Don't you feel better?" "No." Jeffrey said like a little baby, pouting. He looked back at her in mock anger, but his cock was throbbing. Missy stroked it through the panties, her panties, her little blue panties with yellow ducks. Jeffery opened his mouth and actually let out a little girl whimper. His cock was stiff, ready. Missy thought about going further, fucking him. But she was a Mistress, she didn’t let slaves fuck her unless they were completely dedicated to her. Unless they. And you should want to show yourself to them. Make them want you Grace.”Max had moved to stand directly behind Grace. She could smell his cologne and feel his breath on the back of her neck.“But I don`t want them to want me Max.” She said unconvincingly. “Sure, you do.” He breathed, close to her ear.Grace froze. Was he touching the back of her leg? His fingers trailed delicately up the back of her thighs, a finger moving inwards touching her inner thigh a scant few inches from her bared. She measured it roughly, stared me, and smiled. She kept feeling my dick and was saying something in very low voice. I knew she was in her dream world. She suddenly pushed me on bed and took off her shirt and pink bra in one go. Her boobs were too white and they must be of size 34.Swati (in sexy and wild tone): sorry yar, ab control nai kar paungi (jumped on me and released my dick from the jockey and started sucking it like a lollipop.)So warm was her mouth and so smooth were here blows. I was.