..this 'support' being attached to a leathern belt above his waist. A thin thong of leather, running up between the cleft of his nates to the back of ...the belt held the support in position. There were leathern bands about his wrists and ankles and a leather collar about his neck, to not only symbols of the man's status, they were also there so that, easily and quickly, he could be secured, put under restraint or made ready for punishment.Swinging from Princess Alexena's wrist, from a white. No longer was I wearing a wig. Those sungold tresses were all mine. My legs were long and shapely and seemed readyto be stretched out on a pair of heels. My hips and butt were big andround. I think the phrase to describe them would be 'birthing hips'.And my breasts? How could I have ever missed those big globes? Mom hadgotten me a pretty big set of breastforms, but my breasts made those thingslook small in comparison. I turned back to mom. "Do these have to be sobig?"Mom laughed. "Have. He’d toyed with me, delaying my pleasure while he strove for quality above quantity. With my legs spread and pussy dripping with my cum, he stood up and pushed his cock into me, filling me with his rampant shaft. “No, Matteo, you must wear a goldone, a condom.”“No one said anything about a condom, signora,” Matteo said, pumping into me. “Aren’t you on the pill?” “No. The doctor said I had to come off them a few months; a hormonal thing,” I said, panicked. While I’d threatened Pietro with making. "Why me?" she asked again quite calmly. I expected her to be screaming at me, calling me a pervert or something similar."You're beautiful and sexy ... I would love to fuck you and make you glow" I explained."Glow? ... what makes you say that?" she queried."A woman glows when she has been properly fucked ... sorry Chloe but you're not glowing ... that tells me that your hubby is not looking after you properly"."He loves me ... he makes love to me" she countered in his defence. I was surprised by.