The handle was much like the handle of an old sword, it was polished smooth at the pommel, the top eight inches having a pronounced curvature, towards another bulbous lump further down at the hilt, the rest of the stick then tapered straight towards the floor. Sex Kay detected an accent in her voice. She felt the biscuit easing in and out of her. Another £50. Leaning further forward, Cristel pulled Kay’s knees and then her thighs Soon she felt the warm breath and tongue of her strict mistress gently sucking on her quim. And with heels like that she was going to need a little practice walking. It was all getting a bit much. Walking back into her room she decided to try everything on. ‘Spend the rest of the evening with your tits on display.’
On a fifty pound note. Kay felt Cristel’s monocle fall onto her stomach. Please… Please may I have another in my cunt?” Kay found herself saying, taking momentary rest from sucking Cristel’s mound. Kay detected an accent in her voice. In extreme close up she saw the giant cock head bury itself deep in Cristel’s cunt, the heavy grey haired balls brushing her forehead. She hooked her thumbs into the side elastic and slowly lowered the knickers down until they dropped around her ankles.
