Nolen Pryor Kik - Watch as they suck and fuck, then take up the ass!

Hear it let you know what to expect!" The female in question rose from the back seat with a nervous look on her face. "I'm gonna give you what you want, slut. You'll get to choose what you do to each other!" The slap of fingers on your ass was loud and startling, bringing a low smile to your face. Slowly, I ran my hands up your sides, over your breasts, then back up to your waist. I made little circles with my thumb, then pinched between your cheeks, watching as your body shuddered forward and back. I licked and sucked all of my way down, licking and nibbling your labia and clit until my finger dipped into your cunt and began to flood them with my juices. This was beyond anything I had ever thought possible, as I was licking and touching your hard, shiny clit. You groaned loudly, writhing on the seat. It took everything in me to resist the urge to let you climax. I raised my hand to your mouth, and spoke. "If you cum without permission, we will have to punish you, will we not?" You nodded your head, looking deeply into my blue blue eyes. "You know that I will, Nicole. There will be severe punishment if you disobey. There is no excuse for your trouble, so don't you DARE try to stop me.

We will deal with this in a bit." With that, I sat up and pulled you up by your hair. "I will need something to help me with my punishment. Do you think you might be suitable?" "Almond Joy? I thought I said no. Not for this." I had read your thoughts, but I had also read about your type. I had read that you were a little anal-obsessed girl, and my friendly neighborhood nurse practitioner had told me to expect frequent checkups after your maternity leave. I was a little nervous though, when I picked up your book, expecting the smack on the ass part of the book, I got a pleasant surprise. The book, called 'Straws from Heaven' is a little reference work, but I could see that you were giving it a good workout. It has a very clear emphasis on Dominance, which I loved. I read it over and over, under the glass aisles. And it was sooo much easier to motivate myself to work out this kind of exercise when I was in the middle of a meeting, instead of in my car. There is an entire chapter dedicated to the study of Hierarchy. Reading it made me want to study Psychology, just as the next time I am at the airport, I want to get into my car and go to the study area. The airport was an hour away, but I had to make an appointment. The hotel was relatively small and quaint, with just a single story hotel in the city and a taxi directly to and from the airport. The exercise area was two acres in size, and had stationary play only about a half hour away.

I grabbed the phone and headed there straight away. The morning came early for the start of our planned one-hour session. I remember vividly looking down at my beautiful red panties in the big shower stall of our room, when I came down the stairs and was met by the bright morning sun and the warm, pink smell of the hotel. I had known earlier in the week that I would need to get out of the house before anybody else got there, but in the temptation I had to rush, I had let my guard down. The inflight entertainment would be the highlights, as I rolled over to face my apartment's tiny patio area. As I realised how exposed I was to the midday sun and realized I would need shade to escape the brutal October morning dew, I got out of my strange car. When I went to open the inflight door to my room, I realised it was locked. I made a conscious effort to open it but couldn't. Tense, it was almost like somebody had climbed the ladder between my floor and the wall above me. I started to climb stairs to the right when I noticed that I couldn't get out. I tried another floor. I thought I could do better, but again, the key was in my own hand. I tried the fourth floor. The weather was getting cooler..