Jane’s Lesbian Slavery

Jane Sullivan was forty-nine, and in what she would describe as okay shape. Her long, brown hair brushed a pair of slim, tanned shoulders, her breasts were not that large and sagged just a little, but only a little she reminded herself. She also had a slim waist, and shapely legs. But then she had

Just five minutes, tops

I kissed her, long, soft, and felt her melt a little. Best Italian restaurant in town and a few martini’s afterward and she was just about as horny as I was. But still, the little matter of getting it all started, getting the ball rolling, getting the boat away from port. The handcuffs. I dangled

A Lesson For The Bitch Wife

It all happened a few years ago my wife had been spending my hard earned money left right and centre and got us in a bit of debt, no ill put it another way she got me in a lot of debt buying expensive designer clothes. Not only that she was very rood to the

Amazonian Mistress

I first met Bonnie two years ago in a health club to which we both belonged, and I was immediately struck by her strength, beauty and femininity. The only thing I could think of was what it would feel like to use her. The thought of fucking her silly kept running through my mind as

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