He asked me to finger myself like a slut. I finger for 5 minutes with three fingers in it meanwhile he was oiling his dick and swinging a stick.After ...some time, he came and grab my ass and tried inserting his dick inside. It was tight but with some time it went in. For a brief moment of time, I was sitting on his cock doing nothing just adjusting to my new life as a bottom bitch. He hit me with the stick and told me to bounce. He started bouncing on his cock, slowly increasing my speed. After a. Betty's sister had one of Kat's victims a few years ago and the stories she told made Betty's panties wet but being here now her panties were soaked her breathing fast her nipples so hard they begged to be touched. Still she was scared to death Kat being able to read a woman seen that Betty was putty in her hands and removed her panties telling her they were hers now. Betty unable to resist said yes Kat asked her if hubby was at home saying yes Kat told her to go take her k**s home and come. It’s always fun to have the opportunity to actually dress up for him and he had such a wonderfully hungry look in his eyes when he told me how pretty I looked. ***It made me remember our first date, three months ago, when he'd leaned forward and told me to take my panties off and place them on the table. I reflexively looked around the crowded restaurant, afraid someone had overhead. It wasn’t something I’d normally have considered, especially for someone I'd only met once, but there was. This was the area of Tom’s interest. One table in particular, currently unoccupied but reserved by virtue of the carafe of red wine (Chilean cabernet sauvignon) and the up-turned wine glass placed upon it. His eye/brain began computing routes to arrive at that table. Once sure of the layout he settled to wait, his demeanour giving no clue to the impatience he felt or the fire coursing through his body. Lionel Wernik, a florid, nattily dressed, grade one arsehole was making his way to ‘The Pink.