Extreme Horny Asisan MILF has a torrid affair. Porn Video
Interracial's more fun (and a footnote on incest)
After all, I had written 38 things on the list. Yeah, most of them were too heinous and devious and outrageous for me to try, even with my outrageous quotient upped by about, say, one thousand thanks to Marissa, but there must be something on there that was tame enough that I could mention it as a suggestion. Whoa. That then we would do.
Okay. I could do this.
David walked a little closer to us.
"Okay," I said. "But I want to look at the list by myself and not have to worry about you grabbing it from me or either of you looking over my shoulder. You go sit over there."
I pointed to the couch. Obediently they both went over there and sat.
David smiled at Marissa. I recognized that smile. It meant he was going to raz her.
"So I'm guessing you're dressed for church. Maybe you'd like me to spank you first so you can go there all absolved and shiny and new? Maybe I'll be the dom and overpower you in that outfit. Think that's on Jenny's list? No? Maybe not? Or not right now?"
He put his finger on her collar and dragged her part way to him.
"Right after bible study maybe?"
"Jerk," she said, but in a voice that said she really liked it.
"Okay," he said with a laugh and jerked her to him and grabbed the back of her head. Then he kissed her.
"Hi Marissa," he said.
Good. Let them kiss. I'll look at this list. Jeez. I'm such a perv. We can never do any of this stuff. There must be something on this list that's at least in the realm of realistic.
Do it with two men. Well only David's here, so that's out.
Do it on film. Yeah. With my luck that would get back to someone from work and bite me in the ass. So no.
Do it outside and/or in a public place. Yeah, not with Marissa in that outfit. I don't want to be caught fully dressed on Halloween next to Marissa in that outfit.
Get tied up. Oh, now that's something I could get into.
I looked at Marissa.
Um, but maybe today is the wrong day to pick that. She looks scary. Hot as all hell, but scary.
Tie the guy up.
Ding, ding, ding, ding.
I looked at Marissa and David. Him so big and tan and golden and strong and her so, well, her. They had stopped kissing and were staring at me. He was so major power restrained. And now he would be restrained. And she would do it.
"What?" Marissa said. "You found something."
"Uuhhh," I said.
"It's time to kiss and tell Jenny."
"Um," I said. "How should I say this?"
"I could just read it off the list," Marissa said sweetly.
I folded the list up tightly really fast and jammed it in my purse.
They both looked at me.
"Um," I said looking at them. Then I looked at the floor. "It said tie the guy up," I said softly.
"What was that?" Marissa said and I looked up to see her leaning forward with a hand behind her ear. "What was that?"
"Um, tie the guy up," I said a little louder. "Tie David up."
"Still can't hear you, what?"
David got up and put me out of my misery of having to shout it.
He came right up to me and hugged me and put his lips to my ear. "You can do anything you want to me. You know that. I'm here for you."
He didn't sound like a consultant or a hired gun. More like a lover. Or a husband.
"Whatever you want Jenny," he whispered in my ear. "However you want it. Whether you want to write about it or not."
"Alright slave players," Marissa said. "Hold that thought, I'll be right back." And she hustled upstairs.
"Whatever," he kissed my neck, "however," he kissed my ear, "whenever," he whispered dragging his lips against my outer rim of my ear.
"Whatever, however, whenever you want." His voice got even softer and his grip on my waist tighter. "Let me ..." He paused as if he couldn't find words to finish his sentence.
"But this isn't really, I mean, I'm not, I don't..."
"Let me give you a chance to go where you would never go.