She looked back at him and grinned. ‘Is this your first masquerade?’ she asked. ‘You seem so nervous.’ Robin smiled. ‘It’s been a few year...s, but I’d like to think I’ve still got it in me.’ ‘I should hope!’ she replied. ‘I’ll need someone to keep up with me.’ The next song began, cueing the beginning of their dance, and he grabbed her hand and led her into it. It was a simple tune, a classic waltz song that could likely blend into the next, but was perfectly suitable for a nice sashay and twirl. Making me taste my juices…he unties me and leads me to the edge of the bed…i feel something cold on my ass then i gasp as he slides a dildo inside my ass fucking me slowly with it, then he slides his hard cock in my pussy and starts to fuck me harder and harder..all this time i still cannot see anything, heightening my senses…his cock pounding into me deeper and deeper the dildo filling my ass, his cock filling my pussy, wet panties gagging me…he spits on my face and tells me what a bad slut i. We’d have sex, but they didn’t have the fervor with which I had imagined it should. It was nice. And that was what kept me questioning. It was nice, not racy not vulgar, not numbing, just nice. I decided that should be how it was to be. After all, it was nice.I was the perfect daughter, the perfect daughter and the perfect wife. And I liked it, I liked perfection in every aspect of my life, but somehow, my sexual needs had started taking over my functioning. I’d find myself masturbating at. He pulled her onto the base of the stairs on her knees and then tied her hair tightly to the railing. She hadn’t realised what he’d done till she tried to kneel up and it tugged sharply. He grabbed her hips, positioned himself and thrust into her arse again, pumping her with short fast strokes immediately. She groaned, more in pleasure this time as she’d stayed relaxed and ready for him. He grabbed the handcuffs and pulled back hard as he slammed in and out of her arse. Angelina grimaced and.