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Stan, feeling my contractions blowjob grabbed my hips and pounded me silly, quickly ramping up and unloading a torrent inside me. I drove my fingers deep into Steph Brunette and curled fetish them back towards me, wiggling them against her front wall.And he actually got to fuck Lisa in all sorts of body positions, until he had finally managed to ejaculate inside her pussy three different times, leaving them both totally satiated.And that's how Lisa's secret sexual relationship with her twin brother began.I felt my cock as if its outer skin had peeled off and burning inside an electric oven.Jean asked, working to take off her own shirt, exposing a pink bra.Absolutely babe, but last night was not cool.Eyes that, surprisingly, never left my own.Some of it drops down so far it rests in the bottom of the toilet bowl.
Or was it when Don, having learned to judge exactly the right moment, would put his reading aside, lean down to take the collar from her hands, then gently brush her hair away from her neck before enclosing it within the collar, fastening it with a firm click?For Anita that one sound, the smooth, metallic latching of the collar around her neck, was the sound of a door being closed on her entire, frantic daily existence. There was no company to run, no clients to placate, no employees to supervise; there was nothing at all beyond her awareness of the collar, the cool metal encircling her neck.There was no Anita. There was only Precious One. The slave.And no matter how many times Anita played this role, that final moment of transition from CEO to slave-girl never failed to make her nipples harden.The rest of the evening would be variations on a theme. Usually at this point Don would clap his hands, the signal for her to sit up in her kneeling position: back straight, hands resting palms up on her thighs and her attention entirely focused on her husband.Anita loved this part because it almost always resulted in her first spanking of the evening.Don would pretend to continue his reading, although they both knew that he was watching her for the slightest sign of inattention, which she was only too happy to provide. A moment’s wavering glance, the slightest turning of the head or hint of restlessness in her posture and he would say, in the calmest of voices, Down. Anita blowjob would immediately turn in place and resume her earlier prostrate position, her face to the floor and her behind held high in the air, within easy reach. Don would always wait until she was literally quivering with anticipation – usually not a very long wait – before delivering two open-handed swats, one to each cheek.The first two were just warm-ups, they both knew that. Afterward Anita fetish would resume her kneeling position and Don would return to his reading – until her attention ‘wandered’ again.The next two slaps would be noticeably harder, the wait before he struck – and the time between the slaps - longer. And the next two after that, and the next two, and the next…They had never gotten beyond ten slaps during this stage of the evening because usually well before that Anita would be literally biting her lip, her breath rushing in and out of her nose, as she teetered on the edge of orgasm. Sometimes she thought that was the best part, fighting to control the overwhelming desire for release while her husband watched, knowing that it was against Brunette the rules to come without permission and that if she gave in the evening would be over.Don had become expert at gauging when she could take no more.
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