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Gripping a stomach, hiding under a shirt, going back to her house and a collar!
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She sat in front of me my hands still a firm grip on her lean flesh, each increasing grip she gulps air to offset the sensation making a soft sigh when exhaling. After several minutes she leans back agest me and relaxes her head back next to mine, her hands take mine and hold them on her lap guiding them at her waist to bare skin my palms open and apply pressure to soft skin. The button down shirt she removed when she sat down she uses to cover as if cold but then takes my hands upward coaxing me to grip her skin as she lifts herself up and purrs in my ear, caressing her skin around her sides then back and down pausing at her snug jeans she exhales the waistband losening. She remarks this is nice did you bring any toys and I respond in the vehicle her purrs grow deep with anticipation, she turns around slightly telling her house is a few blocks away and I agree she should have a session with the children away for a week. Stretching as she stands the t shirt hikes a trim body emerges I am right behind grabbing her short hair, a deep groan she stops obediently turning to say more of that please in private walks away gathering personal items motioning me to follow. The garage door opens and we park inside she leads me with my bag through a door in the downstairs, the room is finished and wood floor the solid door closes behind me and she faces me arms relaxed at her sides from the middle of the room. She tells it's the first time she has not had the children in several years and her divorce just finished so she wants some new things in her life, I ask her what she wants to experience and she tells me of her girl times out and that they experienced some extreeme entertainement. I looked at her and siad I have done alott and it depended on her limits as I unloaded my bag on a table in order of experience pleause and pain, walked over to her with a collar and like a well trained animal she pushes her neck into it to be buckled asking what next looking into my eyes. Put your hands behing your back and stand here untill I tell you otherwise and as a novice having done her homework she conforms taking a breath as if curious to the next instruction. After several minutes I walk her over to the table and instruct her to tell me how far down the table of toys she wants to experience. I get a surprise...
Notice- Small Breasted Ladies, take some pics using some wax, clamps and even piercing on those lovely little mounds and let me know when you post them! Love small tit torture...
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Posted on : Apr 9, 2010
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