Her heart thundered in her chest as she waited, checking and rechecking her watch: 2:58, and he still wasn’t there. Now, what do we say?”
“Th-thank you master”
He yanks her hair up sharply, forcing her to straighten on her knees, straining higher. Sex She selfconsciously smoothed the little plaid skirt and tank top over her voluptuous curves, irritatedly buffing a dull spot on her clunky thigh-high platform boots. “Go on,” he growls, another thrill of anticipation gripping her as she hears the intensity of things to come. 2:59. Up against the bricks.”
She scampers back to the wall obediently, resting her full, firm breasts against the cold brick, the surface rough against her sensitive, diamond-hard nipples. She selfconsciously smoothed the little plaid skirt and tank top over her voluptuous curves, irritatedly buffing a dull spot on her clunky thigh-high platform boots. She slowly peels off her tank top, the thin fabric sticking to her skin with perspiration, her full, firm breasts straining against her lacy too-small bra. She slowly unfastens her pleated skirt at the side, unwrapping it like a towel to reveal the matching thong when a sudden slapping noise makes her jump and drop it unceremoniously. “Go on,” he growls, another thrill of anticipation gripping her as she hears the intensity of things to come.
