She could dangle her breast just above his face, barely brushing against his lips, but not close enough that he could lick, or suck, or bite. She coul...d bite around his nipples in the clamps and then lightly brush her nipples over the clamps, just enough to tease. He was bound and he couldn't hold and squeeze and massage the way that he so enjoyed. She could do this all up and down his body. His hands were tied so she could lay her breast in his hand but not let him grab them or caress them, she. Try:"Wanna use the trademen's entrance?" I hear you like to put your greyhound in Trap 2"Once he understands what you want, Donald is likely to agree to help.Borrow his credit card and buy lots of sexy lingerie and high heels. That's the unwritten pact. For as long as your anus is his plaything, he will buy you everything you want. He is your sugar daddy. You are his whore.Book the honeymoon suite in the local hotel for every Tuesday evening (bowling night) for the next 8 weeks. Donald's wife. We talked and soon flirting with each other then she leaned in and whisper something in russin in my ear and grabbed my hand. We hit the dance floor and soon we were grinding on eachother our lips met in a slow kiss and i could taste her apple flavored lip gloss and soon her tongue was in my mouth exploreing so sensually i sucked and swirled mine around hers as i felt her thigh against my pussy and i ground onto her slowly. I was getting hot as i looked into her eyes and felt her breasts. My once normal, bright life had turned dull. It felt as if I was stuck in an old black and white film and there was no way out. I glanced back at my bed, remembering I had just woken up. Maybe I dreamt it, I thought. Maybe she wasn’t dead at all. It was just another nightmare, I concluded. But my theory was proved wrong when I walked into the kitchen to see my father sitting at the kitchen table, staring at the glass in his hand. Then I saw the bottle of bourbon on the table. It surprised me,.