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Sufficiently oiled he slid the full length of his erection into her as slowly as he could bear. Then he slowly, slowly built up to the most memorable orgasm ever. His hands holding the fake boobs full, oily twin orbs of her gorgeous arse as he worked away, trying to heighten the pleasure for both of them. Kneading and manipulating the full ripe cheeks of her arse. Slamming into her arse with a fantastic, slapping, noise that turned them both on to simultaneous orgasm. Introduction Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in shaved December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little town in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to make as I’d applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdressers where pov I worked. I didn’t really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to change my life that I did everything that was asked of me, and I was finally offered the job. Shortly after starting the job my employer (Jon) told me to write a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on. http://www.asstr.org/~Vanessa/ If you care to read my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I oral have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to. Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck. It’s all been removed with electrolysis. I’m slim with small(ish), pert breasts that have small aureoles and giant nipples. When they’re hard Jon says they’re like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It’s about an inch long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don’t own any bras, knickers, trousers, leggings or shorts; and 90% of my skirts and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I’ve now gone completely the other way, and get a great thrill from letting other people see my body. I hope that’s enough to satisfy the people who asked. If it isn’t, perhaps blowjob they would like to e-mail me with specific questions. Jon told me to stop writing my Journal in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more interesting experiences that we have had since then. Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We’ve found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the adventures that we’ve had and that I’ve written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were good enough to copy. I’ve started thinking that way as well. The adventure I’m about to describe happened in the summer of 2000 and wasn’t really planned. It was just a spontaneous reaction (by Jon) to something that happened at the house next door. The Builders Next Door Although Jon’s house has an upstairs and a downstairs, the houses on either side only have one floor, they’re bungalows. “I’ve had a few embarrassing problems,” I said, “but I’ve got over them; besides, it’s much more fun with my boyfriend.” I squeezed her rump, massaging her. Other than that they are great parents and people, too. “Okay, okay you blowjob want to see me fuck her little pussy ass, don’t you?” “Yo Brett! Jason nodded cautiously while following the redhead down to the carpet. “Oh! Thus did I learn how to get what I wanted – using guile, oral sometimes stealth, and both aspects of my physicality, including sex and, later on, my formidable strength. My juices had run right down to my knees. He walked over to a small white box on the wall of his room. “Attraction.” I shaved answered. I knew a dog could squirt for about twenty minutes; Duke had only gone for a couple minutes, maybe. 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