Richard knew he was in trouble, big trouble, when she finally managed to get the third ring around his cock. Definitely smaller than the first two. And there were probably two to go.
The judge had barely looked up when the foreman handed him the slip of paper. Not guilty. Shit.
Where the fuck did she go? Was she just going to leave him here standing spread-eagled at the foot of the bed with his dick stuck somewhere between raging erection and death?
I kept glancing at the clock eagerly waiting for him to return home. I wore a slip of a dress, which I knew He preferred that barely covered my pussy and ass. He looked me over and I saw the approval in His eyes as they roved over me. My skin tingling in anticipation. Almost feeling as if His hands were on me instead of his eyes.
He walked over and ran His hand down my back untying the laces holding my dress together as He pressed his hips to mine.
He enters the room and suddenly all her attention is on him and him alone. After all, he controls her fate, at least for the next few hours or so. He is carrying a leather strap which he drapes across her belly from the side of the bed. He smiles at her. They share the secret that liza needs a certain amount of pain to really cum. intensely. He walks across the room and throws the strap across the arm of a chair.