I took her hand to lead her into the bedroom. She stood looking at the huge bed. I expected her to break into tears, but she fought to control herself..., taking a few deep breaths.“I am Ukrainian. My husband married me only three years ago and brought me to this country. George is a good man. He had provided well for me and my daughter. He loves me is his way and I love him in mine. George expects me to be the perfect little wife and I am.”She turned to me, her eyes pleading. “Please, don’t ask. She moaned and flinched as I slowly rubbed her clit with my thumb. I leaned forward and pulled one of her nipples free of its restraint. It stood at attention as the sunlight made contact with it. She sucked in her breath when I put my lips around it. She slowly moved her hand up the back of my neck to cradle my head to her breast. Her nipple seemed to stand out even further when I put it between my teeth and nibbled on it. I kept hearing brief moans and gasps as I flicked her nipple with my. After another drink and some more chatting he made up the couch for me to sleep (not wanting to debauch a virgin boy, so he said) but being slightly drunk and very randy, I continued to chat from the living room with him, despite his warnings to the contrary. He said that he would have to tie me down and beat me. Well, something inside of me said, “Go ahead” and, well, he did. Before I knew what was happening I was bound and being spanked, and loving it, because he kept reminding me of my. Dylan took the bottle of Jagermeister and poured some of the bitter liqueur on the back of my neck; the alcohol ran down, following the line of my spine. I giggled with the excitement when I felt the tip of his tongue right above my ass, to catch every drop and drink from my body. Apparently, he wasn't done yet, as I felt the Jager raining on me again, this time over my butthole.The warm breath suggested that Dylan was right there, ready to not let anything end up wasted. An entire spectrum of.