Panties, collar and chain and have a camera ready. As I stepped back into the living room, after shutting the door, he reached out grabbed the chain a...nd forced me to the floor. On my hands and knees he instructed me to undress him. This had not been mentioned in our messages but I had been hoping this would play out just like this.I fumbled with his belt, then his pants. His pulling on the chain and telling me to hurry was making me more excited and nervous. The feeling is the best, almost like. She walked over and jumped on my lap, throwing her arms around my neck while giving me a kiss on my cheek. I held her there with one hand on her back and the one on her thighs. I started gently stroking her thighs, telling her how good they felt. She returned the compliment, telling me my hand felt good. I told her that her boobies looked nice just the way they were and that the boys were dumb. I asked if she could show them to me. She said she wasn't sure if she was supposed to. I. He raised the long black hairs and smelled them as though it was some kind of catalyst to enhance the aphrodisiac. Rahul needed no more guidance – he lifted the kurta and removed it and then unhooked the bra. Finding the tits completely exposed he held them tightly and squeezed them. He was pinching the nipples one at a time. All these activities happening were not thinkable and she never shows so much enthusiasm when having sex with me. After sucking to her hearts content she raised her head. "You liar! There is no Santa Claus. I won't believe it until I see proof that there is a Santa Claus!" With that he scurried over to the kitchen. Tiffany nodded her head. "It's just like you to be so mean." She walked off leaving Dylan feeling bad and regretful. * * *"Do you want cereal? Or did you want me to heat you up some oatmeal?" Tiffany asked Bobby."I'd like oatmeal. It's cold in here."She smiled sweetly at her baby brother and began to heat up the oatmeal. She hoped he wouldn't be.