I looked at Bridie and we both burst out laughing. lesbian We went back upstairs and had a pleasant shower together before she got dressed and left just as Jon arrived home. She promised to let us know when she wanted to go out for a drink with us. I hope it won’t be too long. Jon wasn’t happy that his tea fetish wasn’t ready and told me to ‘assume the position’ while he decided what punishment to give me. I was kept on my knees with my hands on the floor behind me and my knees wide open for about 5 minutes before he had femdom me bend over the kitchen table with my feet wide apart. He gave my backside 50 hard slaps with his hand as I counted each one. I think that he must have been tired as I was expecting more. I didn’t even cry, but my backside was quite warm and I was getting a little wet between my legs. Saturday October 17 Jon kept his promise and took me to the big shopping centre just outside Sheffield. As it was another bdsm cold day Jon let me wear my coat, but nothing else other than a pair of high-heels. We wandered round lots of shops, not just looking for a dress but looking at things for Jon, the house and for me. I tried a couple of dresses on in different shops but I didn’t have any opportunities for any fun. The nearest I got to that was when it only took me seconds to take my coat off, put the dress on and get back out to show Jon. The girl at the entrance to the changing cubicles gave me a funny look and said, “that was quick.” “It doesn’t take long when you’re only wearing a coat” I replied but she didn’t say anything else. My fetish dick twitched and throbbed in her while the pleasure surged through me. Each lesbian of their brains now had only one desire, the desire to serve a mistress. “Are you sure you want to go down that path?” Brandon chuckled, “What if it awakens something in me? What if I realize that I’ve been batting from the wrong side of the plate this whole time?” It that right?” She felt the femdom hot bdsm cum, sticky as it pumped out onto her skin. I forget everything except for my cunt." All it took was solving an equation. Maybe I was childish to do it. “Look at that.” I was so hard that it was almost painful. "Thank you, Daddy," Lisa said in a little girl-sounding voice, as John straightened back up, and started to slowly back away from her. She scoffed at me. I grinned back at her retreating form as she padded off to the bathroom, her clothes in hand. I realized I was probably being overly paranoid.
My release came and it shot hot and white over her upper thighs and up over her arse. She kept on moving until I dropped back with a groan. She just lay cuddling me tight. With a slightly worried look on bdsm her face, she looked at me asked “Did I do it right, the ukusoma. Was it good?” “It was wonderful, I don’t know what else to say.” She went to sit up but said “I cannot move, you still have your finger inside me,” she said. “Oh sorry,” I said. “Why sorry? I liked that. It is the only place you lesbian can put him inside me, pointing at my shrinking cock and it still ukusoma. Perhaps you like to try later?” The latter with an impish grin. I pointed out that she had satisfied my needs but asked what about her? “Oh I have plenty of time, maybe later you make me happy.” I nodded quite eagerly. “I go now and catch some food for us to eat.” Taking up her spear, she bent out of the cave and silently like a cat, she was gone. I had time to myself to think. I knew she would make a wonderful wife and I loved her strange mixture of one-minute childishness and then in an instant, her proud adult way of looking at things. I knew now that I loved her and I was certain she loved me fetish but could I take her from the life she knew and into my world. Would she able to cope. I would never be accepted in her world but she would not have that problem coming into mine as it was no longer uncommon for a white man with a black wife, anyway she was half white already. Plus the fact I realised, I spent a great deal of my life in the bush a quite solitary existence. I resolved to fathom her feelings and find out if it were something she might want. Or had femdom I just been fooling myself and got completely the wrong idea. I never heard her approach but suddenly she was there and proudly holding a young deer. There was still blood on her spear. I could see she desperately wanted my approval. So I clapped and grinned “We eat well tonight.” I took advantage of her raised hips, slipping two fingers easily into her dripping wet femdom lesbian sheath, curling them up to massage her g-spot. By the time she realized she had been doped she only had 3 days left. He climbed out of his van fetish and walked up her front steps, knocking on her door to make sure nobody was home after a few minutes he reached down under the yellow pot plant and pulled out the spare house key. I have something to say, no, something to ask, and it is going to be very hard to do. However, as she turned around, she just gave me a slight smile as she popped the gum in her mouth. There was more cum building in me. I couldn't believe this. “Um..let me see, let me see… Ah, James Monroe! “That was; that was awesome, bdsm why weren’t there any boys at our school.” This sounded good to me. He called the doctor and we arranged for me to work with him the next week.
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