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And when he judged that she had reached that point he would put his reading aside again, then Solo simply snap his fingers at her again and make a peremptory gesture towards the front of his pants. Oh, she loved this part, maybe best of all. She had always pretty much enjoyed performing oral sex on her husband, though most of the time a large part of her mind was still at the office. But being ordered to do it as a slave, naked and on her knees in the living room, was a different experience entirely. First of all, a rule had evolved that she first had to unzip him using only her teeth. And something about the entire procedure – approaching him on her knees, placing her hands on the arms of his chair, pushing her face into his crotch and struggling to grasp and pull down the zipper toggle between her clenched teeth, while Don again pretended to ignore her – made her feel even more like a possession. And when she had accomplished the task, and was finally allowed to use her hands to open his pants the rest of the way and take out his cock, it felt so much like a reward to be able to take him into her mouth and pleasure him that she savored every moment. Savored them too much, sometimes, and too long, because sometimes Don would lose patience, place his hands on the sides of her head and forcibly increase the pace, pushing her head up and down on babe his cock until he climaxed and filled her mouth. She loved it when he did that, though she’d never admitted it to him. Then it was dinnertime and oh hard fuck god, how she loved that. Often before she’d even had a chance to swallow his cum, Donald would snap his fingers again and indicate the kitchen with a jerk of his thumb, and Anita would hasten to obey, always remembering to first replace his cock in his pants and zip him up again before getting back on her feet and padding away on her bare feet to prepare his dinner. The bottom drawer, next to the stove, was where she kept the special apron she wore only on Slave Nights. It was really a pitiful excuse for an apron: a tiny, translucent piece of lacy white fabric that barely covered her loins and was tied behind her with a ridiculously huge bow. But she loved how feminine it made her feel, loved the way it somehow made her feel even more naked, especially in combination with her collar. Of course since Don was always the first one home, he usually had dinner well under way and all Anita needed to do was set the table and place the food into serving dishes. And on these special nights she always took extra care, using the nicest placemats and silverware, pouring wine and water into their respective glasses, lighting a single tall candle in the middle of the table. When everything was perfect she would pull her husband’s chair away from the table, making it ready for him, and then she would teens take her kneeling position beside it and simply wait. Don could tell by the silence that it was time for him to make his entrance. He would walk in casually, ignoring her as before, and seat himself, pulling his chair up to the table smartly. He would take a moment to look over the table setting and if everything met with his satisfaction he would simply nod, indicating that Anita could begin to serve. But if some small thing wasn’t right – and Anita usually made sure that this was the case, placing his silverware in the wrong order, for example – he would snap his fingers again and point at the offending object. masturbation Anita would rise to her feet and bend over the table to make the correction. Then she would remain in that position while Don gave her as many slaps on the ass as he felt her transgression warranted. If there were no further mistakes to be corrected Anita was allowed to begin serving. This was another highlight of her evening, walking back and forth from the stove and counter, often with her behind red and tingling, offering him each dish, like a well-trained slave-girl should, and filling his plate until he held up his hand, signaling that he had enough. Then resuming her kneeling position at his side while he ate. She knew there was no danger of her going hungry, of course. Crap. For I was seeing a dark side of Joy, a side that desired to horde the wealth of nations, and live in splendor as an idol. "So what happened to her? SMACK! I’m actually delighted for you doing it . . . “Do you like sucking Daddy’s fat cock?” Kelsey asked her sister. “Yep, they're stripper pasties, President McTaggart, so it's hot,” hard fuck Georgia said. Vallerie looked back to see both boys helping each other. “Kim Li come with us, please.” She obediently followed as he told her to call Luke and let babe him know he will have a dog slut to help him train Rebel in the play room. teens I was begging him to fuck me now, as my pussy was totally wet, and I wanted to throw up an orgasm. And that thong and a pair of heels is all that I wore to the café for breakfast. Her mouth was so soft and Father Simon Dott could not believe he was watching a pretty “girl” down on her Solo knees and masturbation sucking the stiffest hard-on he could remember. We were greeted by the sound of our Cemetery owl calling and the tumbling tree leaves echoing across the moonlit night.