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Hannah and SaraMy name is Hannah Jensen and I’m a happily married woman. Very happilymarried. I’m thirty-one years old, have a 13 month old daughter named Sarah,and a wonderful husband, Jim, who’s a CPA. We’ve been married for sixyears and it’s been wonderful. Jim is the classic `tall, dark and handsome’man that every girl dreams about.Don’t get me wrong, we’ve had our problems, but for the most part it’sbeen wonderfulThe only rough stretch came during the first six months after Sarah’sbirth. I couldn’t seem to rekindle any interest in sex and Jim sufferedthrough it without a murmur. I worked hard and got back into shape and did mybest, but sex just didn’t appeal to me. It wasn’t that I was scared ofgetting pregnant again (Sarah’s birth was very difficult), but….. I was justreluctant.Sarah was just six months old when we went for a walk in the park. We livein a nice suburb that borders a big park with a world famous rose gardenthat’s over 100 years old. I love to put Sarah in her carriage when theweather is good and walk through the park with her. I know she’ll love theflowers when she’s older. This particular day was a very hot day in July, aweek or so after the 4th. The sun was shining, the sky was cloudless, and itwas very humid.When we left the house I was wearing a rather baggy, loose fittingsleeveless cotton top, a short denim skirt, and sandals. I was back in shape andproud of it. I’m not beautiful, but I am fairly attractive. I’m 5’8″tall, usually weigh around 125 pounds, and I have a nice figure (34c-25-35).My legs are my best feature – they’re long and sleek and nicely curved andmy thighs are smooth and firm. I’m proud of them and like to show themoff. As for the rest, I have brown hair, worn very short now, brown eyes,and a smooth olive-tan complexion.We crossed the street into the park and went up the path to the rosegarden. Sarah was content to suck on her pacifier and wave her little handsaround. I walked slowly to give me time to admire the flowers and to avoidgetting sweaty. It was hot and I knew I couldn’t keep Sarah out too long -but there were shady spots where I could park the carriage and take a breakout of the sun.After a few minutes I turned away from the rose garden and crossed thegrass to the new rock garden that had been put in over the past two seasons.It was shady there and much cooler. I was crouching to examine a plant I’d never seen before when I heard the click and whir of a motorized camera.I glanced up and saw a very attractive young woman taking pictures a fewfeet down the path. She glanced over and smiled and I smiled back.She had a Nikon camera, with a macro zoom lens, set on a sturdyprofessional tripod. My husband and I dabble in photography (he’d hate it if he knewI said dabble – he’s serious about it) so I knew that I was looking at aprofessional setup. The woman looked to be no more than 18 or 19 but Iknew she had to be older. She was a redhead and I was surprised at how tannedshe was. Her thick red hair was pulled back into a French braid that hungalmost to her waist. She was wearing denim shorts, a tank top, and wasbarefoot. Her arms and legs were smoothly muscled and I guessed she workedout regularly.She took a couple of more shots and then straightened up and walked overand bent over the carriage. She smiled at Sarah and glanced up to ask mehow old she was. I saw that her eyes were a deep green, a shade I’d neverseen before. “Six months, her name is Sarah.” My voice sounded strange tome and I wondered if I was catching a summer cold.The redhead grinned and said, “My name is Sara – without an `h’. YourSarah is very pretty.””So are you!” As soon as the words were out of my mouth I found myselfwondering why I’d said that. It was true of course, but still….She blushed and said, “Thank you, you’re very kind.”Desperate to change the subject, I asked about the pictures she wastaking. She told me that she was a professional photographer and was working ona book about public gardens in the United States. We chatted for a whileand I found myself fascinated by her descriptions of the gardens she’dvisited and photographed and the characters she’d met while doing so.She had a wedding ring on and I asked how her husband dealt with all hertraveling. She blushed again and admitted that she wasn’t married, she justwore the ring as a way to discourage unwanted attention. We talked for afew more minutes and then she asked me if I’d mind posing for her. Ihesitated and then let her talk me into it. I wanted to pose, but didn’t wantto seem too eager.She moved her tripod and replaced the macro zoom with a 105mm telephoto.I posed in front of the rock garden, moving and changing position as shedirected. I found that I enjoyed posing very much. She kept up a steadystream of encouragement, directions, flattery, and just plain chatter.She stopped at one point to change film and I changed Sarah’s diaper whileshe was busy. Then she posed me crouching in front of an ornamental grassplant, a big purple specimen that I wished I had in my garden. I wasfacing the camera at a 45 degree angle and she directed me to pull my skirt backa little to show more of my `long beautiful legs’ as she put it. Itugged it up a little and then a little more. She moved a little and asked me toopen my knees slightly – I knew she was going to get a revealing shot ofmy inner thighs, but I didn’t mind.She finished the roll very quickly and I learned a little about what itwas like to model for a professional photographer – it was mostly a matter oftaking directions, something I’ve always done well. She had me take mysandals off for the third or fourth shot, then kneel with my skirt up high toshow my thighs. A later pose had me roll my top up from the waist to showmy bare midriff. I quite enjoyed posing and was disappointed when thesecond roll of film was finished.Sara told me she’d develop and print the pictures overnight and would havethem ready the next day. She offered to meet me in the park and give me aset of prints. I hesitated for a moment and then suggested that she bringthem to the house in the morning. “My mother is taking Sarah for the dayso I can work in the yard. You’re welcome to come over for breakfast and I’ll show you my garden.” I held my breath while I waited for her toanswer. I didn’t know why, but it was suddenly very important that she acceptmy invitation.It was her turn to hesitate. Then she smiled and said, “I was planning tocheck out of my motel and leave in the morning after dropping off theprints, but I guess I could stay over and spend the day visiting. Maybe I canget some pictures of your garden for my book. She gave me the address ofthe motel and the phone number so I could call if anything came up. Then wewalked to the parking lot and she packed her stuff in her van and followedme home, irking a few drivers who didn’t like her slow pace.She pulled into the driveway and we chatted for a few minutes. She wrotedown the address and I gave her the number of my cell phone. Then it wastime for me to take Sarah in for lunch and time for Sara to go. She heldher hand out and we shook. Then, holding my hand tightly, she pulled meforward until I was pressed against the door of the van. We stared at eachother for a moment and then she kissed me on the mouth. It was strange kissinganother woman – strange and different, softer, more intimate, more eroticthan kissing a man. I was stunned. I leaned againt the door and let hertongue probe deep into my mouth.The kiss ended, finally, and I stepped back, dazed. I stared at her for amoment and she smiled and whispered, “Bye. Call me if you change yourmind about tomorrow.” Then she put the van in gear and backed out of thedriveway. I stood there and watched her drive down the street and turn thecorner. Then I took Sarah inside and fixed lunch for both of us. The rest ofthe day passed in a kind of a blur. I couldn’t forget the kiss. Nor couldI forget how much I had enjoyed modelling for Sara. And I couldn’tforget her strange green eyes.That night seemed to last forever. My husband got home late and waspreoccupied with some problems one of his clients was having. I went to bed at10 p.m. and had trouble falling asleep. Then I woke up at 2:00 a.m. andhad trouble getting back to sleep. I went downstairs and walked in the yard,wearing only the man’s undershirt that I use for a nightshirt. It’s an XLand fits me like a short dress – to mid-thigh. The armholes are huge andrevealing and it’s been washed so many times that it fits me like a gloveand the material is very thin. It’s my favorite thing to wear to bed, butthat night it felt stifling even though the temperature at 2:00 a.m. wasonly 70 degrees. I turned the hose on and let a stream of cold water washover me. My nipples hardened and then I was shivering. I went inside anddried off and went back to bed nude.I was up at 6:00 and took Sarah over to my mother’s house at 7:00. I washome and showered by 8:00. Then I tried to decide what to wear. I finallydecided on plain work-in-the-garden casual – an old pair of faded denimcutoffs, a sleeveless denim shirt – old, faded, and soft, plain cotton underwear(Hanes), white cotton socks and workboots. I took a long look in themirror and decided that the cutoffs weren’t short enough. I took them off andcut another 2″ off each leg and then made a little slit in each side nextto the seam. Much better, much sexier.Sara arrived at 9:00, wearing linen shorts and a sleeveless top croppedjust below her bust. She looked very sexy. I poured her a cup of coffeewhile she spread the prints out on the dining room table. I was stunned when Isaw them. They were black and white, developed and printed in a portabledarkroom in the bathroom of her motel room, but they were great! Ilooked…. professional, sexy, beautiful, mysterious. I looked at each oneseveral times. It wasn’t vanity – I was just stunned at how good she made melook.I asked her how she’d done it and she grinned, “Magic, it’s magic! Butseriously, there are just some people that the camera loves – photogenic somecall it, but I call it love, and you happen to be one of them. Peoplelike you always look great in pictures. You should see some of the topmodels in person – you wouldn’t give them a second glance. But the camera lovesthem and they look great on film. If you were a few years younger…..”Her voice trailed off and I shrugged. “That’s okay. I’m 31 and I’mhappy with my life.”Sara nodded. “I can see that. You ooze contentment, but I sense a slightdiscord. And yesterday you did seem to respond….”I shook my head. “Not now, please. Let’s go look at my gardens.” Iturned and started toward the kitchen and the back door. Sara grabbed hercameras and followed. I stepped out onto the deck and held the door for her,enjoying her gasp of surprise as she got her first glimpse of our backyard.Most people react like that.Our house is set on a lot that measures 400′ wide by 800′ deep.Originally part of a 15 acre parcel owned by the city, and intended to be part ofthe park, it had been cut off from the park when the adjoining town, inwhich the land lay, insisted on putting a road through. The road I live on.So the 15 acres was never developed and the land our house was on was soldto a prominent politican who built the house in the early 1930s. We boughtit three years ago. The rest of the parcel is used by the park for variouspurposes. There is a small greenhouse, a maintainence shed, and quite anumber of experimental plots. A lot of it is quite overgrown. Our land iscompletely surrounded by an 8′ stockade fence that the city put in andmaintains. So our yard is very private.And very beautiful. We have a two-level deck on the back of the house withexits onto the upper level from the back bedrooms. Stairs lead down tothe lowerlevel which has an exits onto it from the kitchen and diningroom.Then another set of stairs lead down to the ground level where there is abluestone patio surrounding an inground pool and spa. To the left is athree-car garage with a small apartment on the second floor. The pool issurrounded by a 4′ wrought iron fence. Beyond the pool is a big stretch of lawn.The land slopes upward starting about 120′ behind the house. This iswhere I’ve put my gardens. Over the past two years I’ve created a series ofterraces for my rock garden. In the far back corner, on the right, thereis a huge boulder that was left when the house was built. It’s about 9′ indiameter and must weight 7 or 8 tons. It’s just inside the fence and isthe focal point of my garden. I’ve got 4 levels of terraces that I’ve dugby hand. I’ve had some smaller boulders brought in – 2′-4′ in diameterand weighing 500-1,000 pounds. I’ve got them s**ttered around the variouslevels and now I’m filling in with smaller rocks and crushed stone. I’vestarted planting on the upper two levels and I’m currently working on puttingin a form for a water garden on the lowest level. I’ve had water andelectricity run out there and I’m working on the hole.Sara glanced at me with a delighted smile on her face and then skippeddown the stairs and ran across the lawn to the garden. I followed at a slowerpace, enjoying her enthusiasm. She headed back to the garden and begansnapping pictures. As I approached, she turned and snapped a few of me. “Oh,Hannah!” She exclaimed, “I love it! I want to document the rest of yourwork!”I smiled and told her that she was welcome anytime. I watched her as sheshot a full roll of film. “Just preliminary shots, I want to have them so Ican plan. Can I shoot you as you work?””Of course, I’d love it. My mom takes Sarah two days a week and Jim ishere on weekends to watch her.”She turned and looked back at the house and noticed the balcony on theback of the garage – and the skylights. “What’s up there?”I explained how the original owner’s wife (the politican) had artisiticambtions and he’d build an apartment onto the second level of the garage forher to use as a studio. “We had plans to renovate when we first bought thehouse. We thought we’d rent it out and the income would be a nice cushion.”Sara nodded. “What happened?””Well, we were caught in a kind of Catch-22 situation. We needed theincome but didn’t have the money for the renovations. Then my grandmother diedand left me some money. Quite a lot of money actually, and we didn’t needthe income anymore so we never renovated the apartment.”Sara grinned. “Can I look at it?””Of course. But I have to warn you. It’s pretty grim.”She canlı bahis grabbed my hand and tugged. “Come on, please! I want to see it.”I let her lead me back up the yard to the house. She went out to her vanto get her equipment bag and I went inside to get the keys to the apartment.When I came back out she was just setting her bag down on the deck. Shewas very excited as we climbed the stairs to the door. I expected her to bedisappointed when I finally got the door opened and ushered her inside,but she was delighted. The place was a real mess, but she saw thepossibilities – like I’d seen them for a garden in what had been an overgrown yard.The garage apartment is basically two big rooms. A combinationkitchen/living room and a bedroom/studio. There is a bathroom and a small room forstorage. The total area is about 25′ x 35′ as the garage is really a 3 cargarage with a storage area. Sara walked around and nodded occasionally,whispering to herself. Once she lifted her hand to point at something onthe ceiling, a water spot, and her top lifted, baring her small, pertbreasts. It was ..enchanting.She caught me looking and grinned. “Do you like them?”I felt myself blushing and stammered, “YYYYes, they’re pretty.” What astupid comment I thought to myself immediately afterward. Then I stamped myfoot in mock anger and said, “Don’t do that – don’t make me blush likethat. I hate it.”She grinned and said, “Then you don’t want me to take my top off?”I blushed again and turned away.She laughed. “I heard you. What was that you muttered under your breath.”I glanced over my should, my face still flaming. “Bitch. That’s what Isaid.” And I said, “Yes.”She smiled, a sweet gentle smile that lit up her face like a thousand wattbulb. “Really?”I nodded. “Yes, really.” And wondered what the hell I was doing.She slipped her top off and tucked it into the waistband of her shorts. Itried not to stare at her but her bare breasts were so pretty. They’resmall, maybe a b-cup, perfectly conical in shape, and tipped with hard littlepink nipples. Which instantly came erect.She looked at me looking at her and grinned again. “Now you.”I nodded and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. I slipped it off and looked for aplace to put it, but there wasn’t a spot that was free of dust. I turnedand opened the door and d****d my shirt over the railing. Then I turnedback and looked straight at Sara as I reached back to unhook my bra. When Ieased it off my breasts bounced gently and Sara took a deep breath. “God,”she whispered, “You have beautiful tits. I wish mine were bigger.” Itossed my bra on top of my shirt and stepped back into the room. It feltdeliciously wicked to be topless in the presence of another woman, an almosttotal stranger.We walked around the apartment and Sara pointed out things that could bedone. Then she said she wanted to talk seriously about leasing the place.We went back to the house and I poured coffee for us and we went out ontothe deck. Sara made her pitch. She said she’d do the renovations herself,except for the plumbing, if I’d pay for the material and then lease her theplace for a year with an option for a second year at an increase of no morethan 10%. I was hesitant, but she convinced me that she could do thework. She grew up with five older brothers, the only daughter, and her fatherwas a carpenter. One of her brothers is an electrican. She told me shecould do the carpentry and the electrical work – we’d just need to have itinspected. And we’d have to find a plumber. Preferably a woman plumber.We talked money and she agreed to do a detailed estimate of materialcosts. We argued about the amount of the lease and came to an agreement. Shedragged her equipment bag over to the table and pulled out a pad and pencil.Something else fell out, something that looked like a rubber ball, buthad black nylon straps attached to it. She picked it up quickly and went tostuff it back into the bag. I asked her what it was. This time it was herturn to blush and I giggled as a wave of red moved down over her chest.She said something too low for me to catch and I asked her to repeat it.”Bitch. I said bitch.” Then she grinned. “It’s a ball gag.” I musthave look puzzled because she shook her head and continued, “It’s a gag. I’m into mild b&d. Does that shock you?””A little,” I admitted. “But I’m also curious.”She pulled the ball gag out of the bag again and set it on the table.Then she pulled out some additional items, naming each as she set it down.”Wrist cuffs.” Leather straps like little belts with rings and a placefor a small padlock.”Ankle cuffs.” Pretty much the same except slight larger.”Nipple Clips.” Small metal clips with padded jaws and strong springs. Ishivered when I saw them.”Chains.” A set of short chains with very fine links and spring clips oneach end.”Dildo.” A realistic penis made of rubber – about 8″ long and thick.”Butt Plug.” A black plastic device that had a flared base.”Another Dildo.” This one attached to a pair of black nylon panties.”Vibrator.” A big one with a black switch on the base.”Penis Gag.” Another realistic penis about 5″ long and thick, withstraps.”Anal Vibrator.” Thinner and not as long as the other one.”More clips.” Small metal clips some with padded jaws and some withsawtooth jaws.When she was done she sat back and looked at me. “Well, are you tooshocked? Should I pack up and leave?”I glanced from her to her collection and then back again. “No.” My voicewas a whisper. “Please don’t leave.”She stared at me in silence for a moment and then nodded. She picked upthe wrist cuffs and asked if I wanted to try them on. I hesitated and thennodded. “Yes, I would.” My voice still a whisper.She got up and came around the table. I held out my hands while sheattached the cuffs. The she had me stand up and bring my wrists around behindmy back. When I did, she used a spring clip to fasten the cuffs together. Iwas helpless. And shocked at how excited I was.Sara watched me try to free myself and smiled when I gave up.”Scared?”I admitted that I was. She asked if I wanted her to take them off. Ihesitated and then whispered, “Not if you don’t want to.”She grinned. Then she picked up a pair of nipple clamps and ran herfingers over my nipples until they were erect and hard. I closed my eyes andmoaned as she fastened the clamps to my nipples. The pain was intense, butbearable. And made me very wet.She watched me for a minute and then informed me that she was going tostrip me. I shook my head. “No, please don’t.””Do you want me to gag you?” She waited for me to answer.”No.””Then be a good girl.” She unsnapped my shorts and eased them down overmy hips. Then she knelt to work them off over my workboots. She foldedthem neatly and placed them over the back of my chair. Still kneeling, shereached up and pulled my panties down. I lifted each foot in turn and sheworked them off over my boots. Then she glanced up and asked if I wanted myworkboots on or off. I thought about it for a moment. “Off. I want tobe entirely nude.”She untied my boots and took them off. But she insisted on leaving mysocks on. “Looks sexier,” she explained. Then she reached up and ran theback of her hand over my thick pubic bush. “This will have to go.” Inodded.She stood up and looked me over carefully, motioning me to turn.”Slowly, I want to study your body.” I turned slowly, my eyes closed.I had never been so excited. The pain in my nipples was delicious.After a minute or two, she told me I could stop. “You have an incrediblybeautiful body. I want to photograph you extensively. I want you to worknude in the garden. Will you?”I opened my eyes and found I was facing away from her. I turned and toldher that I’d think about it. She stepped close and removed the nipple clips.I sighed as the pain vanished. Then she unsnapped the spring clip andfreed my wrists. I stood there, hands at my sides, and waited.She sat down and looked up at me. “Decision time.” She reached upsuddenly and slipped a hand between my legs. Her fingers came away wet. Shelicked them delicately, like a cat licks its paw. “You’re very wet and verytasty.” She looked up at me and smiled. “Where do we go from here?”I shook my head. “I don’t know,” I answered truthfully. “I just don’tknow.””Do you want me to leave?” She waited patiently while I thought it over.”No, I don’t.””You were, are, obviously turned on. Why?””You. You turn me on. And so do these things.” I gestured at thebondage toys spread across the table. “And so does the pain,” I whispered. “The delicious pain.”She kicked her sandals off and stretched her bare feet out in front ofher. “You have to make a decision. Right now. We can go ahead or we canstop and remain just friends. If you want to go ahead then your place is onyour knees for I mean to have you as my slave. My nude personal slave. Iwant you on your belly, licking my feet and acknowledging your slavery.”I took a deep breath and looked out across the yard. Then I looked back atSara. Small, slim, beautiful Sara with her pretty legs and pert littletits. And her wide, smiling mouth. I dropped to my knees and then down ontomy belly. I kissed each of her small, pretty feet and then licked them insubmission. She sighed with pleasure. Then she leaned over and fastenedthe cuffs together behind my back. I was a slave.A Walk In The Park – IISara let me lick her feet for several minutes. Then she said, “Enough.”Her tone was commanding and I stopped instantly. She snapped her fingersand ordered me up onto my knees. I rolled onto my back and sat up. The Ieased myself up onto my knees. She told me the proper position was with myankles crossed and my knees spread as far apart as I could. I adjustedmy position instantly.Then Sara stared down at me in silence for a long minute. “Hannah, areyou sure about this? I don’t want you to do it if you aren’t. And I don’twant it to interfere with our other arrangements.” She gestured at thegarage to make sure I knew which arrangements she was referring to.I thought about it for a moment, my eyes fixed on her small feet. Feet Ihad just spent five minutes licking. Then I glanced up at her and said, “Yes, I’m sure. I want this. Need it.”She nodded slowly. “Why? Explain it to me?””Okay, I’ll try. Since Sarah was born I have been terrified of having sexwith Jim. He’s fucked me exactly three times in 13 months. The last timewas almost four months ago. He hasn’t come near me since. I thought I’dnever feel anything again. Then when you kissed me yesterday…. well, Ifelt something. The old familiar tingle between my legs. And then today,when I caught a glimpse of your bare tits I felt it again. But when thatballgag rolled out of your bag…. Wow. I really felt it. It scares me.I may be making a major mistake. But I want you here. I want you do use meas you wish. Photograph me. Turn me into your sex slave. Anything youwant. And then maybe I can fuck Jim again. The way he wants. The way Iwant.”Sara grinned. Her whole face came alive. “Shall we sign two leases?”And she laughed, reaching down to cup my tits and squeeze them gently. Iturned my face up for a kiss. “You don’t need a lease on me,” Imurmurred. “You own me. For as long as you want.”And so on that hot humid July morning I became Sara Louise Hunter’spersonal sex slave. And landlady.She took me down onto the lawn and put me on my knees. Then she gagged meand put clips on my nipples and labia. And she photographed me while Iknelt there and whimpered from the pain in my tits and between my legs.After a while she removed the gag and continued to photograph me while Iwhimpered and begged for mercy. The more it hurt, the more I begged, the moreexcited I became.She went to change film and came back with a riding crop. I stared at herand whispered, “Yes, oh please. Whip me. Hurt me.”She took my shoulders and eased me forward until my head and chest were onthe ground and my ass was elevated nicely for the whip. And she leanedover and whipped me on the ass. Fifteen hard strokes while I sobbed andbegged for mercy. Mercy that I didn’t really want and didn’t get.After fifteen hard strokes my ass was burning. She lifted me back to myknees and kissed the tears streaming down my face. She went back to the deckand returned wearing the panties with the attached dildo. She put me backdown in the same position and knelt behind me. I was very wet and thedildo slid in easily. I took a deep breath and moaned with pleasure as shefucked me hard. A few dozen strokes and I had a fantastic orgasm! Shecontinued to fuck me and I had another. And another. Then she withdrew and Iwhimpered with disappointment. A few seconds later I felt her spread mybuttocks and press the head of the dildo against my anus.I turned my head and tried to look back up at her. She pushed a little andI moaned. “Do you want it? Have you ever been ass-fucked?””No, I’ve never been fucked there.” I hesitated. Then I pushed backagainst the dildo and she chuckled. And thrust her hips forward in onestrong, smooth stroke that drove the dildo into my virgin ass. I took a deepbreath and screamed with pleasure. “Oh! God! Yes! Fuck my ass hard. Please.”Sara grasped my hips and fucked me hard and deep. I moaned as she drovethe dildo in and out of my tight asshole. Then she reached around andgrabbed my tits. She found the clips and squeezed them hard. Pain shot throughmy nipples. I bucked under her and screamed, this time in agony. “Ohshit! Yes! Hurt me! Hurt me! Hurt me!” She she found my clit and rubbed itwith knowing fingers. I climaxed again, bucking under her and screamingwith pleasure/pain.After I calmed down, she removed everything and helped me to my feet. Wewalked up to the pool and jumped in. We swam for an hour, enjoying thefeel of the cool water on our nude bodies. During the swim we stoppedfrequently to kiss and fondle each other. She brought me off with her tongue andtaught me how to do her with mine. I loved the taste of her pussy andcouldn’t get enough. And I licked her tightly puckered little anus and lovedit!By then it was almost 11:30 and I heard my cell phone ring. It was layingon the table by the pool and I hopped out to answer. It was Jim. He wantedto tell me that a problem had come up and he was flying to Chicago, in factwas calling from the airport. Said he’d try to get a flight back late,but expected he’d probably have to stay over. I told him I’d miss him andhad some news for him. He told me he’d miss me too. “I love you,” hewhispered and then he had to go.I turned back to bahis siteleri the pool and Sara was sitting on the far side with aconcerned look on her face. I put the phone down and dove in, swimmingunderwater to the far side. I came up in front of her and held the wall on eitherside of her. I kissed her pretty knees and told her that Jim would be outof town. She smiled and asked if I was happy about it or sad. “Acombination, I think. Happy that we can have more time, sad that he won’t behome tonight so I can show him what you’ve done for me. Turned me back on.Literally. Thank you.”She grinned and ruffled my hair. “No problem. Any time.” She pushed meback gently with one foot and slipped into the water. We hugged, rubbingour bodies together and I rested my chin on her shoulder. “Would you beupset if I said I love you?”She shook her head. “No, I wouldn’t. Do you?”I leaned back and stared into her eyes. “Yes, Sara Louise, I love you.”She kissed the tip of my nose. “Good, because I love you, too. Now howabout some lunch? I’m starving!”I laughed and climbed out of the water, reaching back to help her. Shegrabbed my hand and I lifted her out of the pool in one smooth motion. She’sonly 5’3” and maybe 110 pounds and it was no strain to lift her. She wassurprised and impressed. I pointed at the garden. “I’ve been digging andlifting and hauling for two years. I’ve developed some muscles.”We squeezed the water out of our hair and climbed the steps to the lowerdeck. I went in through the basement door and grabbed two towels from thepile I keep on a table just inside the door. I threw one to Sara and weclimbed up to the upper deck and dried off. I loved looking at her body andtold her so. She grinned and put her underpants down. “Okay, we’ll staynude if you prefer.”We went inside and rummaged through the refrigerator, finally settling onTuna sandwiches with a salad. And lemonade. Sara made the salad while Imixed the Tuna with lemon juice, chopped green pepper, chopped onions, and apinch of Basil. I made big sandwiches on Beefsteak Rye and Sara protestedthat she’d never finish hers. But she devoured every crumb and lookedhopefully at the last quarter of my sandwich. I groaned in mock dismay andpushed my plate across the table. She grinned happily and dug in.As she was finishing up, I casually mentioned that my mother had beenbugging me to leave Sarah overnight sometime. Sara glanced up. “Really? Doyou want to…..” Her voice trailed off. I nodded. I ran down and got thecell phone and called mom. She was delighted when I asked if she couldkeep Sarah overnight. I told her that Jim was out of town and I had agirlfriend over and wanted to spend some time with her. Mom told me to enjoymyself and got off the phone as soon as she could, before I changed my mind.When I put the phone down Sara snapped her fingers and I dropped to myknees in front of her. I kissed her right knee and waited to see what wouldhappen next. She leaned back and told me I could sit back on my heels. Idid so and then she lifted her feet and placed them on my thighs, just abovemy knees. I took her left foot in both hands and lifted it so that I couldmassage it. She closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure as I worked onher foot. When I finished the left one, I did the right one.When I was done she opened her eyes and smiled lazily. “How can I whipyou after that? Maybe we should wax your pussy instead. Ok?”I nodded. “But why are you asking me? I’m your slave.””Good point.” She leaned forward and slapped me lightly. “Get you assgoing and get dressed. We’ll go buy a waxing kit. Wear a short skirt, alittle top, and sandals. Nothing else. Now go.”I nodded and jumped to my feet. I ran upstairs and dried my hair with theblowdryer. Sara followed lesiurely and used it when I was done. Then Ipulled out some things and showed them to her. She chose the denim skirt I’dworn the day before and a little blue cotton top. I slipped them on andshe nodded in approval. We did our makeup and then she went downstairs andpicked her clothes up from the deck. I watched her dress with mixedfeelings. God, I loved seeing her nude.On the way to a d**gstore in her van she brought up the subject of thelease on the garage. “Will you have to get Jim’s agreement?”She was stroking my left thigh, my skirt pushed high, and I was finding ithard to concentrate. “No, the house is in my name.” I glanced at her andgrinned slyly. “He did it for business reasons. So nobody could come afterit if they sued the partners and won. Besides, most of the money we havein the house came from my inheritance.”We pulled into the parking lot at the d**gstore and I looked aroundquickly to see if there were any familiar cars. She noticed and said, “Don’tworry, I’ll behave. The last thing I want to do is embarass you or endangeryour marriage.”I sighed with relief and whispered, “Thank you. I love you so much!”Once inside the d**gstore we hurried to the cosmetic counter and spoke tothe teenaged girl working there. She showed us where the waxing kits wereshelved, but most of them were the kind with the pre-waxed strips, suitablefor doing your legs, but not for your bikini area. At least that what Sarasaid. The girl nodded. “Yes, you need the hot wax kit. And then you needsome cheesecloth. We have a couple under the counter. They don’t sell toowell these days.” She found them and we took both. Then we found apackage of cheesecloth over near the car polish.We made a couple of more stops while we were out. A hardware store, wherewe got a lot of attention, and a wholesaler that carried all kinds ofsupplies for hair salons. Sara bought some scissiors and a set of electrichair clippers. I didn’t need to ask what she needed them for, but I was in fora surprise. Once back at the house, out on the back deck, she had mestrip and sit on one of the kitchen stools she brought out. Then she told meshe was going to give me a haircut before waxing my pubic area. I lookedover my shoulder and she laughed. “Don’t look so skeptical. I trained asa hairdresser before I quit and went to school to learn photography. I’mgoing to cut your hair short, much shorter than it is now.”I turned and gazed out over the garden and she went to work. She cut myhair very short, no longer than 2″ anywhere, and used the clipper to cleanthe hair off the back of my neck. When she was done I went inside andstood in front of the mirror. I was astonished at how great my hair lookedthat short. She had me washe my hair in the kitchen sink when I returned.Then Sara was rummaged through the refrigerator until she found what she waslooking for, a lemon, and cut it in half. Then she had me sit in the sunand she squeezed lemon juice in my wet hair. She told me that it would giveme sexy blonde streaks in my light brown hair.She had me sit in one of the chairs from the patio set, with my feet up onthe railing and spread wide. Then she had me scoot forward until my buttwas on the edge of the chair. This allowed her to crouch in front of me andclip the hair on my pubic mound while the sun worked on my hair. Later,she had me stretch out on my back while she carefully placed strips ofcheesecloth over my pubic mound and carefully ladled warm melted wax onto them.”Don’t move,” she warned, “I don’t want to burn you.”I stayed very quiet. She rubbed my belly gently while the wax dried.Then she grabbed the end of one of the strips of cloth and said, “You mayscream.” Then she ripped it off. I did scream. She ripped the other strip offbefore I had a chance to think. After a quick check she told me it wouldtake two more to do the job. At least two. Actually it took four. Andthen she rubbed in a liberal amount of Jergen’s lotion to soothe my skin. Iwas as smooth and as bare as when I’d been when I was 11. I went inside andlooked in the mirror. “So very sexy,” I thought. I hoped Jim felt thesame when he saw me.Sara came in while I was staring at myself in the mirror. “What do youthink,” she asked? There was a slight note of uncertainty in her voice.I looked over at her and said, “I think it’s great! I love the way Ilook. But you sounded tentative when you asked? Is that any way to questionyour slave?”Sara sighed. “You may be my slave and I may beat your ass from time totime, but I care about you. I want you to be happy. In fact, your happinessis the most important thing to me.” I was impressed by her obvioussincerity and I walked over and dropped to my knees in front of her. She ranher hand through my hair and I sighed with pleasure. Then I reached and tookher hand in mine and kissed it. “Sara, I’ll be your slave for as long asyou want me. It’s amazing, but in only two days you’ve become one of themost important people in my life.”Then she cuffed me on the shoulder and told me to go take a shower. Wewere going out to dinner and then dancing. I glanced at her in alarm and shegrinned. “Don’t worry, I’m taking you to this quiet little lesbian clubacross the river.”I showered and shaved my legs. Then Sara showered and we took turnsdrying each other’s hair. Mine took about 2 minutes. Hers maybe 3. Then wechose our outfits for the evening. She had to run out to the garage and getsome clothes out of her van. She wore a little green dress almost thesame shade as her eyes. Black patterned stockings – thigh highs, black heels.A jade necklace and matching earrings. She looked stunning when she wasfinished.I agonized and finally chose a little black sleeveless dress. I was goingto wear black stockings, but Sara insisted that I wear white thigh highs.A sexy pair of thong-style panties in white silk and a pair of black pumpscompleted my outfit. Jewelery was limited to a single strand of artificalpearls and matching earrings.I called my mom and talked to her for a while, then `talked’ to Sarah. Itold mom to call me on the cell phone if she needed me and she told methat she’d raised c***dren herself and hadn’t forgotten how it went. I tookthe hint and told her I’d call in the morning.The restaurant where we ate was one of the best in the city. Very hard toget reservations, but Sara knew someone and we were welcomed warmly.Dinner was superb and the wine was perfect. I had a filet and Sara had primerib. We chatted and giggled like a couple of college girls. Then, abouthalfway through dinner, she leaned over and said, “I want you to go to theladies room. Remove your panties and then walk back her holding them inyour left hand. Then sit down and hand them across the table to me. Don’tattempt to hide them, but don’t call attention to yourself either.” Ihesitated and she told me I would take 5 strokes on my bare ass in the parkinglot as punishment. I got to my feet and carefully placed my napkin on mychair. I walked to the ladies room and went into the end stall. I lifted myskirt and pushed my panties down and stepped out of them. Then I used thetoilet. I took my time washing my hands. Then, holding my panties so theydangled from my left hand, I walked back to the table. My face was buringand I was sure that everyone was looking at me. Sara told me later thatonly one couple appeared to notice. I resumed my seat and handed my pantiesacross to Sara. It was the most humiliating, and most exciting thing I’dever done.Later, when we left, she opened her purse and took out a little leatherquirt. She made me bend over between the van and the next car and lift mydress above my waist. Then she gave me 5 hard strokes across my buttocks.I bit my lip to keep from screaming as she whipped me. When she was doneshe rubbed my buttocks for a moment and then allowed me to straighten up andslide my dress down. I was crying, tears running down my cheeks, and shelifted herself on her toes and kissed me. Then we got into the van andleft. She had me lift my dress so that my bare buttocks were in contact withthe leather seat. “Sit that way from now on when we’re alone.”She took me to the `Evergreen’ a quiet lesbian bar across the river. Itwasn’t busy that night and I was thankful for that later on. We sat in abooth in the back of the room, Sara facing the front of the bar, and ordereddrinks. White wine for me, seltzer with a twist of lemon for her. “Ihave to drive,” she said by way of explanation. The barmaid was cute, a slimblonde who looked like a college girl.After she took our order, Sara excused herself and went up to talk to thebartender, a tough-looking woman in her late thirties or early forties.After some back-and-forth, Sara pushed a couple of bills across the bar andthe bartender nodded agreement. I asked Sara what that was all about andshe said, “Five in the parking lot later. You need to learn some manners.”I stared down at my hands and nodded. “Yes, Sara, I’ll try.”Our drinks were served and Sara toasted our relationship. Then she calledthe barmaid over and handed her some change for the jukebox. After thegirl left, Sara leaned across and said, “As soon as the music starts I wantyou to get up and dance. Kick your shoes off first. Then get up and danceon top of that table over there.” She pointed to a large round table inthe middle of the room.I looked at her in shock, but that wasn’t all. “Take your dress off too.You’re going to dance in your thigh highs.””Sara, please…..”She shook her head. “Ten in the parking lot.”I stared at her, tears in my eyes. “Yes, Sara, I’ll do as you say.”The music stared and I gave her a last appealing glance. She lifted herchin and said, “Dance slave.” I kicked off my shoes and stood up,unzipping my dress as I slipped out of the booth. Then I stooped, grabbed the hem,and pulled it off over my head in one smooth motion. I walked to thetable, climbed up using a chair as a step, and started dancing. My mind waswhirling – here I was, a respectable married woman, dancing nude in a lezbar. Well, almost nude. But having the white thigh highs on somehow made itmore humiliating than if I’d been totally nude.The music seemed to go on and on. After each number I glanced over at Sarawith a silent appeal. Each time she smiled and waved me on. I danced anddanced, finally losing myself in the music. Sweat rolled off me andseveral women gathered around, clapping with the music and making appreciativecomments. There was an occasional whistle too. Sara kept me dancing forwhat seemed like hours, but actually it was only 45 minutes.When the music finally stopped I was stunned. I glanced at Sara and shenodded permission for me to get down. The blonde barmaid met me with atowel as I stepped down from the chair. She smiled güvenilir bahis and said, “You werefantastic!” She looked me over as I dried my shoulders and arms and whispered, “You’ve got a great body! I wish my breasts were as nice!” I smiled andthanked her, then made my way back to the booth. I stood there, dryingmyself off, while Sara sipped her seltzer and watched quietly.I realized I couldn’t put my dress back on or I’d ruin it. Sara went outto the van and returned with a large t-shirt she used as a nightdress. Islipped it on and then sat an removed my stockings. The women in the barclapped as we walked to the door. I blushed and nodded. We went outside. Iwas carrying my dress, shoes, and stockings. We walked to the van andSara opened the door. I put everything inside on the back seat. Then shetook out her little quirt. “Take the t-shirt off and stand with your handsclasped behind your neck.”I obeyed instantly. I was standing there, staring across the parking lot,when the blonde barmaid appeared. She had a slim sheath of bills in herhand. Her eyes widened when she saw me standing there nude. Sara asked herwhat she wanted. She explained that some of the women had given her moneyto give me. A tip. Sara told her that she could keep it. She nodded. “Thank you. What are you doing to her?” Sara told her that I was beingpunished for not obeying as I should. The girl nodded and asked if she couldwatch. Sara glanced at her and asked, “Would you like to punish her?” Thegirl’s eyes widened and she nodded. I moaned, “Please, Sara, no….”Sara glanced at me. “Twenty.” I bit my lip and remained silent.Sara handed the girl the quirt and told her to give me twenty strokes,hard strokes, between my upper thighs and my shoulder blades. The girl tookthe quirt and laid it on with a heavy hand. After two, Sara held up her handto stop her. “Gag?” I nodded and she gagged me with a strip of ducttape she ripped off a roll she kept in the van. Then the girl whipped me hardwhile I screamed into the gag. After it was over, Sara ripped the duct tapeoff and snapped her fingers. I dropped to my knees, sobbing, and thankedthe girl for whipping me. She smiled and whispered, “I loved doing it. I’d love to do it again.” Sara took her elbow and walked her a shortdistance away. They chatted for a moment and Sara wrote something down. Hername and phone number I found out later. Then Sara returned and allowed meto crawl into the front seat and crouch on the floor. I wasn’t allowed toput on any clothes.A Walk In The Park – IIIThe drive home seemed endless, but didn’t take more than 20 minutes. Iwas terrified that we’d be stopped and I’d be discovered – crouched nude onthe floor on the passenger side. Later, when I mentioned my fear to Sarashe nodded and said, “You’re right, that was an inexcusable risk. It won’t happen again.”Jim called shortly after we got home and we talked for a long time. I wassitting at Sara’s feet, talking on the cell phone while she ran her fingersthrought my hair. I told Jim about my hair, but said I had anothersurprise for him when he got home. Then I changed the subject and told him I’dmet a photographer named Sara who wanted to renovate and lease theapartment over the garage. He shifted into accountant mode and questioned me aboutwhat had taken place.He was pleased when I told him she’d pay $1,000 a month on a 1 year lease.Even more pleased when I told him she’d renovate the place and all we hadto do was pay for materials and a plumber. He said he wanted to seeestimates and I told him she’d have them the next day. He told me to call ourlawyer and get a lease drawn up, plus an agreement about the renovation.Then he asked me about her. I grinned at Sara and winked. “Well,” I began,”She’s a cute little redhead with big green eyes and freckles. Very goodphotographer – she’s shown me some of her work.” I muted the phone andwhispered, “He loves redheads.”I listened for a moment. “Yes, I told her she could have one stall in thegarage and use of the pool. She agreed to clean it a couple of times aweek.” (He hates to clean the pool) “She swam with me today. Well, Jim, you’ll just have to see for yourself. I think she looked cute.” I rolled myeyes and Sara giggled. We chatted for a while longer and then he told mehe’d be home late the following afternoon. I told him I’d have theestimate and would arrange for Sara to be there so he could meet her.After I hung up, Sara collared me and put leather cuffs on my wrists andankles. I spent an hour that night on the floor of my bedroom. On mybelly, hands cuffed behind me, ankles cuffed together. A butt plug in my assand a penis gag in my mouth. Sara watched television and gave me anoccasional stroke with the quirt. She assured me that the red marks woulddisappear by the next afternoon. Finally, she released me and took me to bed.The sex was fantastic!The next morning I was up at 6:00 a.m. Sara woke up while I was in theshower and joined me. I shampooed her hair, washed her from head to foot,and then dried her with gentle pats using my newest bath towels. I blowdried her hair for her and brushed it for 15 minutes. Then, while she wasdressing, I hurried downstairs to pour her a cup of coffee (automaticcoffeemaker, set up every night because Jim is up VERY early and likes his coffee).When I brought the coffee into the bedroom, Sara was still nude. She saton the edge of the bed and I dropped to my knees and presented her with thecup. She sighed appreciatively as she sipped. I leaned forward andkissed her knees. Then I dropped down onto my back and lifted her feet ontomy belly.She leaned over and smiled at me. “You’re the perfect slave!”Sara allowed me to masturbate while she watched. Then we were both rushingto get dressed. I had to go to my mom’s house and pick up Sarah beforemom decided I’d abandoned her. Sara had to get busy and make somemeasurements and then start hitting Home Depot and the like to price materials. Itwas a busy day for both of us.My mom was glad to see me and I could tell that Sarah had given her aworkout. Of course mom picked up on the fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra andmade a couple of snide remarks. She assumed that Jim was behind it and ofcourse I did nothing to change her assumption. We chatted as we got Sarahready to travel and I found myself wondering what would happen if I cameright out and said, “Oh, by the way mom, it wasn’t Jim who got me to gobraless. It was this woman I met the other day. She’s introduced me to lesbiansex and bondage. Mom, I’m her slave and I love it.” Of course momnoticed the little smile and asked what I was smiling about. I shook my head, “Nothing mom, just thinking about this woman I saw in the park.”Then Sarah and I were out and on the road home. She’s always glad to go tograndma’s but she’s like me – glad to leave again. We went home and Itook her with me from room to room as I cleaned house. I changed into shortsand one of Jim’s old undershirts before I started. After a few minutes Istopped and cut the shirt off just below my breasts. I felt very sexy init. The deep armholes did little to conceal my breasts. Sara was turningme into a real exhibitionist and I was loving it. I knew Jim would too. Hecalled while I was cleaning the kitchen and told me he wouldn’t be homeuntil at least 7 p.m. I told him I expected that Sara would be back by thenand we could go over her estimate.Sarah went down for her nap shortly after Jim’s call and I stripped myclothes off and washed the kitchen floor on my hands and knees. Then, stillnude, I cleaned all of the bathrooms. When I heard Sarah wake from her napI threw my clothes back on and took her for a walk. While we were walkingI decided to have steaks for supper – done on the grill. Sarah would besleepy by the time Jim got home. I knew he’d spend some time with her andthat would allow me to grill the steaks and get everything ready. I calledthe Wine Basket, a local liquor store that delivers, and had them deliver twobottles of Woodbridge Blush Chardonnay – I know, it doesn’t go with steakbut we like the wine.Sara pulled in at 5:30, hot and sweaty from a day of frantic activity. Wetook Sarah out on the deck and Sara bounced her on her knee while I wentin and got her a cold bottle of Rolling Rock. And one for myself. Saratook a long drink and then I asked her how her day had gone. She grinned andtold me that it had been hot and tiring, but worth it. She’d met somehelpful people and had a pretty good idea of what it would cost to do over theapartment. She told me that the materials would cost roughly $12,000 andthe plumber would be about $2,500. She was a little surprised when I said,”Let’s double both numbers to be safe.” Then we shook on it and I toldher that Jim would be pleased.She nodded. “Got any plans for tonight?”It was my turn to grin. “I’m going to fuck his brains out!”Sara tipped her glass in salute and said, “Good for you. You know that Inever intended to come between you and Jim.””Yes, I know that. In fact, he has you to thank for waking my libido again.” And I tipped my glass in salute.Sara said she’d bring a sleeping bag up to the apartment and spend thenight there. I told her she could have the guest room but she said, “Maybetomorrow night, not tonight. You need privacy.” I had to agree with her onthat. We finished our beer and I went into the house while Sara headed forher van to go shopping for a sleeping bag.I took another shower and put on a white terrycloth robe, a short one thatjust covers my butt. I left my hair wet, grabbed Sarah out of her crib,and went down to check on the potatoes I’d put in the oven earlier. As Ipassed the full-length mirror at the end of the upstairs hall I noticed hownicely the white robe contrasted with my tan. I knew Jim would like it.I heard a car door as I was closing the oven door. A minute later Jimopened the front door and set his bag and briefcase down in the hall. Istepped into the hall from the kitchen with Sarah balanced on my hip and saw hiseyes widen as he realized what I was wearing. He hugged us, making facesat Sarah and laughing at her response. I set Sarah down and gave him a bighug. Then I put my chin on his shoulder and whispered, “I want you to fuckmy brains out later.”He stepped back and gave me a long, searching look. Then he smiled andsaid, “Count on it! What’s for dinner?” I swatted him and suggested that hetake his daughter and amuse her for a while or there might be no dinner.He scooped Sarah up in one arm and ran his other hand up under my robe. Hechuckled as his hand moved over my bare bottom. “Oh my, no panties, justlike the big girls!” I slapped at his arm and danced away, escaping intothe kitchen while he and Sarah headed for the livingroom to play.I went out onto the deck and fired up the gas grill. Then I went inside tostart a salad while the grill heated up. I opened one of the bottles ofwine and poured two glasses, bringing one into the livingroom for Jim.Then it was back to `drudring’ in the kitchen. I pulled the steaks out andseasoned them. The grill was hot when I went back, so I used a wire brushon the cooking surface and then put the steaks on. For the next few minutesI divided my time between the grill, the salad, and checking the oven tosee if the baked potatoes were ready.Everything came together at the right time, no small accomplishmentconsidering my limited ablity in the kitchen (I hate to cook) and I called Jim asI ferried things out to the patio table. Jim came in with Sara and broughtcarriage out for me and put her in it. Then we sat down to eat. Sara,with perfect timing, pulled into the driveway just as Jim was raising hisglass in a toast to the coming evening. Sara was toting a large bag as shestarted up the outside stairs to the apartment. I was inclined to let her go,but Jim suggested that I invite her over for a drink at least.I called to her and she waved and continued on up the stairs. I glancedat Jim and shrugged. He suggested I go and talk to her. I hesitated, butI could tell that he wanted to meet her so I got up and ran down the stairsand across the grass. The door was open when I got to the top of thestairs and Sara was sweeping with an old broom she’d found. She glanced upwith a surprised look. “What are you doing here? Go and have fun with yourhusband.””He wants to meet you. He’s shifting into `accountant’ mode and Ithought I’d better humor him. Please come and meet him and have a glass of wine.”She cocked her head to one side and studied me for a moment. “Do youreally want me to come?”I grinned. “No, but come anyway.”She grinned back at me. “I can’t resist when you sweet-talk me like that.”We walked back to the house and I introduced them. Jim shook her hand andI could tell that he liked her. I glanced back and forth as they chatted.It was hard to tell how Sara felt. We sat down and Sara accepted aglass of wine. She glanced at my plate as she took her first sip and I realizedthat she probably hadn’t eaten anything. I insisted that she share mysteak and she gave in after some half-hearted protests.I got her a plate and gave her half of my dinner. Let me tell you, it wasan interesting meal with my husband and my lesbian lover sitting on eitherside of me! What really got me going was the way they hit it off. Sarahad taken some accounting courses in college and they soon lost me as theygot into investment strategies and market trends and the like. I wasdaydreaming when I felt a touch on my left knee. Jim didn’t miss a word as hecaressed my knee and then slid his hand up my bare thigh. Neither did Sarawhen she ran her toes up my right calf. I glanced back and forth, they wereboth seemingly intent on their conversation, but both of them were feelingme up! I did the only thing I could think of and got up to get anotherbottle of wine. As I opened the door I glanced back. They were deep inconversation and didn’t seem to notice that I was gone! Talk about a strangeevening!After dinner, while Jim put Sarah to bed, Sara helped me clear the tableand put the dishes in the dishwasher. Then she left and I went upstairs tosee my husband. When he finished with Sarah he found me waiting in thehall. Nude. I dropped to my knees as he approached and unzipped his pants.He was ready. I took his cock into my mouth and moaned with pleasure as Iran my tongue over it. I’ve always loved sucking a nice hard cock. Jimran his hands through my hair and sighed as I sucked him. “Oh shit, Hannah.You are soooo good. Suck it babe! Please suck it! Take it all in.” AndI did. He’s about 7″ when he’s hard and I’ve learned how to take thewhole thing in my mouth without gagging. Then he started moving his hips,literally fucking me in the mouth. God, I loved it!

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