Someday, maybe...After a room service breakfast, Sandy and Ashley walked along FifthAvenue, holding hands as they made their way through the bustlingc...rowds in the brisk December air. Sandy wore a turtleneck underAshley's Armani suit, while she had on a jacket, pants and highleather boots. With her sunglasses and beret, she was unrecognizableas a Hollywood star, and she was enjoying her anonymity and wonderingwhat to get him for Christmas when he pushed her through the brassdoors of. "She looked at her watch and then turning to me added, "Now clear thecoffee things please and go and change to your simple frock and shoes youwere given at the beauty salon, I'll take you out for some sightseeingand shopping. I better go and change myself."She dismissed me with her hand as she stood up and walked towards themaster bedroom. I hastily gathered the cups and plates and went back tothe kitchen and my tiny room.A couple of hours later we were strolling at a pedestrian street full. Very soon, the cock was pulling at Gwen’s fingers, trying to reach for the sky. ‘It’s getting really big,’ said Gwen, adjusting her grip on the throbbing penis. She wrapped her whole hand around the shaft and gently pulled up and down, amazed by how hot it felt. Gwen was getting really hot too as she slowly wanked her best friend. When Gwen leaned closer, Angela felt Gwen’s breath on it. She wasn’t quite sure that permission to wank her had been implicit in telling Gwen that she could touch. Normally this would be all for the session but today i am feeling particularly evil."Now i'm going to cut you you worthless cunt, but you don't deserve the knife!"I go back to my coat on the hall stand, from my pocket i retreive a length of electrical wire."Stand to attention whore" i bellow. Shocked back into reality you stand with your hands folded behind your back. A whooshing sound is made by the cable as it moves through the air before making the most painful of contacts with your 38D.