2009
10.23
10.23
Michael
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2009
10.23
10.23
Pegs & Pussy
56 new, HOT pics of Madame Lucie as a Submissive
Okay guys, here it goes…
Pussy Lip Torture
Madame Lucie has given herself up willingly with a client she trusts, for a clothes peg experiment on her smooth,aching pussy lips, so smooth she sort of got carried away a bit shaving!
only to find out she is quite liking the new feeling of sensations attacking her throbbing clit…crop, flogger, fingers, tongue…
Crisp Red bondage tape and Red Japanese bondage rope complete the Sensual Submissive visual, her smooth tanned legs bound tightly, spread oh, so wide, to submit to her new Master…
he takes advantage of the beautiful design he has created with fanning pegs, shiny tape and red rope…eager to fondle yet again her warmed up pussy, only to witness squirting streams of….
2009
10.23
10.23
Chapter one
The order is in…tight skirt to the knee, sheer, black sandalfoot pantyhose, tight open collared blouse, glasses, high heeled pumps.
He is young, but not so young obviously, to know EXACTLY what he wants.
The money is slowly, but assuredly counted out. He has been here enough times to know the drill.
His small, concise chatter and gentle hug gets the beginning awkward Greetings over with as his mind is steadfast on what he came here for.
My legs.
My silky, smooth, tight, muscular LEGS climbing to a silky, smooth, tight, muscular BOTTOM.
Even with the bottom as tempting one would think, it’s the LEGS he is after.
Trying to make conversation at this point is useless. He is not interested.
I have gotten used to the scenario, letting MY mind and body ‘dance’ to the rhythm of the SILENCE.
2009
10.23
10.23
Chapter one
The knock is timid at the door.
Waiting for this moment has been excruciating, almost more than he could bear. His balls were aching beyond belief, his cock so hard you bounce pennies off it. But it was worth it..this ‘pleasurable pain’ as they call it. The heartpunding anticipation of what was in store for him beyond that door was worth every agonizing second. No money could replace the headrush at this moment.
He could smell her in his mind, in his crotch, in his sweaty palms. Day to day work was drudgery with her on his mind. He HAD to see her…but most importantly SMELL her again. Her scent was unique to none other..nothing he had ever experienced before.
