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She decided the color was too somber, not uplifting enough, big and decided to try a recently purchased light tan cotton cocktail length dress with embroidered purple flowers Bill hadn’t seen. When she saw herself in the dress shop mirror, she smiled at the way it looked and as she slid her hands from her shoulders to her hips she beamed thinking how much pleasure it would give her to feel Bill’s hands touching her in it. The dress had one blossom centered a little above and to the right of the nipple on her right breast and another centered a little down and to the left of the nipple of her left breast so that the petals of the flowers seemed to fly across the tops of her breasts then collide generating a shower of sparkling stars at the top of her cleavage that glittered all the way as they fell to her waist. To her it looked as if her breasts were being grabbed by the blossoms and thought that Bill would find it a sexy look. Sweet spice! And hopefully maybe just a bit naughty! I like the way this looks and it feels really good! Orphaned when her parents became trapped while exploring an underwater cave when an earthquake struck during a family vacation trip to the South American west coast, Cory bounced from one foster family to another before her tenth birthday experiencing all types of foster living environments ranging from lukewarmly welcoming to brutally hostile and was finally taken in by her father’s sister, Brenda, and her husband, Martin Waters, when she was twelve. More than three years of being unsettled before moving in with her aunt left her scarred and even though she was an adult and had been married to Bill for almost seven years she had never gotten past the dread of being by Bondage herself once again. During her foster family experiences her daydreams provided refuge for her and over time she became so adept at visualizing scenes and stories that she could outline an entire movie in her mind, connect and rearrange scenes, put any scene into a loop, shift the visualization to another part, put the entire movie on hold while she took care of some task such as talking with a repairman that required her focus, or if the task was something routine such as unloading groceries after shopping she could complete the actions required by the task while the fantasy continued to play out. Under the right conditions, she could make the daydreams vivid and realistic enough to produce a physiological effect without any other stimulation. Now that the decision on what she wanted to be wearing when Bill got home had been made, she checked the time and realizing she still had enough time for another day dream if she hurried her mouth became a mischievous smirk and her eyes burned with anticipation. Not wanting to get the dress wrinkled before Bill saw her in it, she carefully took it off and smoothed it out on the side of the bed. She wanted a really hot fantasy and laid out the story line. The action would start with Bill’s handsome face and from there it would move to him kissing her, his hands feeling her up BDSM then stripping off her clothes, and she would feel his mouth sucking her bare breasts while his tongue flicked her nipples. He would give her nipples a goodbye kiss like he had just that morning. She would be so hot that she would be swollen, twitching, and she would be wet from her vagina to her clitoris. Next, she decided he would touch her clitoris, twirl strands of her pubic hair between his fingertips, slide his fingers along her wetness, and grab her butt to hold her vagina in exactly the right position. She would already be so hot that only a slight amount of additional stimulation would push her over the edge. At last, he would penetrate her and ejaculate deep inside her flooding her cervix with so much of his semen that some would flow out of her vagina then down between her cheeks leaving her bottom hole covered with a sticky thin coating of his cum. Setting up the story line was like foreplay for one of her fantasies but she regarded it as only a rough guideline and would freely ad lib with side trips, rest stops, and diversions when the fantasy actually played out. To add Bill touching her to her fantasy, she had to move her consciousness to a deeper level and to do that she needed to let go of any awareness and stress. Small physical touches could be secretly enjoyed and she became quite innovative. Rubbing her clitoris against a hard corner of a shelf or gliding her fingers across her breasts when she reached for something while shopping were two of the innovations she developed. But for her mind to fully add his touch she had to be able to concentrate and to do that she needed to put her mind into a very relaxed state. She closed her eyes tightly, concentrated on slow, deep breaths, and focused her mind on her fetish toes letting stress flow out as if it were a hot gas under pressure hissing as it escaped. From her toes she methodically moved through her entire body making every part relax. And finally, she focused on the base of her spine and made a tits bubble of consciousness flow up through her spinal cord to her brain. Was he as perfect as he seemed? Try your best to be alone... He can't imbue it.” She was crying as I lifted her legs fetish and finished loading her into the car. She was definitely not happy with what he had done to her but she was too tired to BDSM even think of a way out. Her short, intense cries of pleasure told me she was on the brink of a climax, and after a few more strokes she broke through into a thundering orgasm. When Carol dropped down to the carpet, Dana was tits ready, her skirt already high enough to allow her easy access. Becky must know as she concentrates on the first few inches of me as she furiously wanks me off. Behind Carter, Hazel was Bondage finishing up with the sunscreen on his lower back. “Thank you, really… uh, damn. It was at that time that Mrs. Vargas decided to stop in and see what was going on. The only downside to the area as in all New York City life is the dreaded parking. He reached his hand around and cupped her breasts and played with her nipples. The royal family?" to which I nodded. She feasted on me with such hunger. big As I looked back, I saw Avril comforting Irina again. All of these men, except Roger, were men she had never met before today yet they had all seen her the most vulnerable anyone could see another person naked. “Fuck that’s hot…” She purred, moaning in pleasure as the sheer erotic nature of his submission drove her on, “You’re going to, ah, make me nut Jay baby, I know you want it, I know you fucking need it, Mm!”