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  • “Your hands masseur … they feel so good on my breasts,” Becky whispered. “I had fantasized about being with another woman, but I never knew it could be this … hot.” Amy squeezed both masseuse mounds as her thumb and forefinger rolled the sensitive nubs. “Yeah, me too. When I first walked into … this, I was so scared I thought I’d pee my pants. Gotta admit that for a convict, he was a pretty nice guy. I don’t think I’ve ever cum this many times or this hard.” Becky turned and embraced the young woman, her soapy body sliding against hers. Becky could feel Amy’s blow tit tips prodding her skin. Her right hand tangled in Amy’s wet auburn hair and pulled her head back. tittyfucking They engaged in a deep soul kiss that left them both heaving for breath. “Gawd, I’m SO horny … again,” Becky said, her smoldering eyes looking into Amy’s. “Let’s get dry.” A few minutes later, they were back on the bed. The sheets had a faint musky odor from all the sexual activity. Becky reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out her two dildos. Amy’s eyes widened and she smiled. “So, you really are a hot kinky bitch.” “Well, after I divorced my husband, I wasn’t interested in the dating scene. And, a woman still has needs … So, which do you want to try? This smooth one or the one that has bumps and ridges? Also, I’ve got some lube if you need it.” Amy had never used oral a sex toy, so she selected the dildo that most resembled a cock. She lubed it up and then laid back, spread her legs and went to work. Becky laid beside her and also started rubbing the fake cock over her moist snatch. Both women were taking their time, lazily maneuvering the dildos and in no hurry to get off. For both, this was another first – mutually masturbating. Their languid self-pleasuring was suddenly interrupted by loud knocking on the front door. They could hear a muffled voice. “Hello, anyone home? Sheriff’s Department here.” Becky hopped off the bed and grabbed a sheer dressing gown off the back of the bathroom door. Just as I was about to cum, I stopped you and said I wanted us to cum together. "Eat my cunt!" she whispered. “Marcus, can I see your cock?” “Yes you can see it” he takes out his nice huge black cock before her. The world is filled with creator characters of light blow and dark, other masseur users are found throughout the land. No one was fast enough masseuse to get out; not Brandon, not Justina, not Diamond, and not Mistress. If you’d just wanted me to go down on you, you oral could’ve just asked,” he teased. Mark asked after a few seconds. "My collar. It made her squeal out in intense pleasure, her body squirming on the bed a little as she started cumming. A big problem doing tittyfucking all this was bathing her son. Their true love finally found them! I looked at Wendy and she followed suit. “Dad, what’re you-mmmmmm” I moaned loudly as I felt something soft and wet on my hole.
  • hot little Clarissa! now that IS a purchase!!!!!" my brain was working in overdrive.. what... who? then i realized that this was my fathers business partner, bard olufsson. he used to be somewhat of his protégé some years ago, since he bought and worked his own masseur firm i hadn't seen him much in the last years. a feeling of relief surged through me. i was safe! i could go home! but my emotional high came crashing down almost instantly as he turned to his right hand man and said: "take her downstairs and prepare her according to my directions. But THIS one i will train myself!" he turned around and left the room with a firm step. we were taken down to the basement. it was quite dark and dingy, had several cell like rooms, oral communal masseuse showers and bathrooms and a corridor with more doors to the left and right. we were ordered to undress and as some of us hesitated he stepped closer and ripped off whatever item of clothing we still had on. he then hosed us down in the shower room. he made us turn around and carefully hit every part of my body with the cold water. afterwards each of us was sent to her own tittyfucking cell and some women appeared with clothing that we were supposed to put on. for me it was a tight thong, a tight bra that left my nipples exposed. it was so tight the woman had to help me close it. everytime i breathed in the material cut into my skin. at last i took a white dress. when i unfolded it i dropped it to the floor like someone had bit me. i had the exact same dress at home.... was that a coincidence? the women insisted i put it on though. and since i felt very uncomfortable in my frivolous underwear i was glad about anything i could cover myself with. at last she handed me stiletto heel boots. when i was dressed she led me to one of the rooms down the hall. in front of it she handed me over to the guy, to whom she had referred to as Sergio earlier. he told me to turn around and as i hesitated he pushed me forward into the wall. coming from behind he secured a blindfold over my eyes and forced a ball gag into my mouth. he then led me into the room, tied me to something using the leash on my collar that was still in place. "don't move" he hissed into my ear before i heard a heavy door slam shut... it felt forever until i heard noises again. a firm step coming towards the door. it opened and slammed shut again after somebody entered. he came towards me. "oh dear" he laughed, "you gotta forgive sergio, he has his routine...." and with that he carefully lifted my blindfold. "he likes to train the girls a certain way... me on the other hand..." he started fumbling with the buckle of that ball gag "i wanna look into your beautiful green eyes and i wanna hear your voice the entire time..." and with that he removed the gag. "Mr. Oluffson, please, let me go home!!!" i pleaded, still gasping for air. he came so close to my face that i could feel his breath on my lips, his hand caressed my hair and he whispered in my ear "don't worry Clarissa, now that i finally have you in my posession, everything is going to be just fine. i wanna show you something" he reached into his pocket and pulled out a picture. "do you know, why you are wearing that dress?" i shook my head as he intently looked into my eyes, expecting an answer. "this is the dress you wore at your father's garden party the last time we saw each other. i think it was almost a year ago.... we even took this picture together, remember?" i glanced at it, as i remembered how he had insisted to take a selfie with me - and just me. the picture looked wrinkled and faded. "you have to forgive me, it looks a little bit worn out... you wouldn't believe how many times i came all over it." i stared at him in disbelieve. did he really just say that? my last faint hope of blow him letting me go disappeared and i had to fight down tears. "don't look so surprised, my little toy... you have made me so hard everyday the last year, i was working with your father... and i masturbate to this picture almost everyday. " again he came so close, that i could feel his lips moving on my ear as he whispered into it:"there's nothing i haven't done to this amazing body of yours in my fantasies, nothing!!! and now i get to do it all over again in real life." "NOOOO, pleaaase!!!! “Hey, masseuse hey now, don’t you think for even a minute that you’re going back to Sasha’s. Jill and I want you to meet our new friend, Dakota. She was so coiled in tentacles that I couldn’t tell what was being done to her, but I could tell by the way she moved that it was heaven for tittyfucking her. masseur Seth was up to something, and I wanted to know it fully. “Sure enough, pumpkin.” So, as she moved the covers over, she lifted her legs so that I could get to oral the back of her panties and guide them off of her pussy and legs. So just join us! It resisted his finger, but he persevered, pushing a little harder each time. “It’s as much my blow fault as yours. It turned out to be a great time in my life. I started to have thoughts that I had made a mistake going there but a man came over to me and told me that they didn’t open until 10 o’clock. � � � I talked to them both for about 30 minutes each. They eyed him closely as he approached, but he refused to be intimidated. How did I know how to imagine what one felt like in a dream? Seeing Sana laugh, she continued to let Tiger lavish his tongue all over her face. He pulled out an old bottle of Bourbon from a side drawer. “What? While she was in there, the Midget got out his video camera and set it up. “It’s not the first time Laurel and I have talked about boobs in front of him.”