Waxed Teats

At the end of the evening they had all had a good start on what looked to be a good relationship. Mark told them he had been very glad to meet them and wanted to Bondage be a good neighbor for a long time. The whole family assured him that he had a very good start on that. The next few weeks Mark worked around the new home, planned some changes, and tutored. Val, as her family called her, was a joy to work with, serious at work with but with a wellspring of good-natured fun and play. Mark decided it wasn't the fault of his mind and that his eyes would search out the points that sometimes tented out her t-shirts or blouses if her nipples hardened in the air conditioning or a cool breeze. He tried to have a talk with his eyes about that but they didn't listen too well. It didn't appear that she ever wore a bra but he didn't want to bring the subject up because he didn't want to be improper or make her uncomfortable. He really liked her and wanted to be good to her. His fatherly instincts had been resurrected. His eyes, though, still looked for any possible transparency when she wore a blouse and the form her shorts outlined. Mark also thought that Val was outgrowing the short shorts she liked to wear to the tutoring sessions and could shop for some new ones. It also sometimes suspiciously looked like she took every occasion possible to bend over in front of him. She was smart and learned rapidly. The Browns were planning a birthday party for the kids on the Saturday just before Halloween. Of course Mark was invited. Mark said he had some plans but would definitely stop by as he could show up later at the other party. Mark's wife and daughter had died in a wreck almost BDSM Porn 3 years ago. Their son survived, healed and was now in the army. Mark and his wife had been fairly conservative swingers but for the first several months after the crash he had been celibate and concentrated on his son. Mark still had friends, both couples and singles he could visit and share benefits with. They were all very supportive and caring and when Mark ventured out again they welcomed him back. Since he had moved he didn't know anyone in the local area to play with. He had searched and met some people online that sounded like they could be the kind of people he would be comfortable with anywhere. He had chatted online and then torture spankings on the phone with some of them. A couple of couples who knew each other had decided to have a sexy Halloween costume party on BDSM that same Saturday as Val and Colins birthday party and had invited Mark . Mark thought to go to stop in at Val's party then off to meet some of local swingers and possibly work off some of his sexual energy and maybe be less affected by Val's charms. He was 49, 5'10", salt and pepper hair and mustache, around 215, compact and thick, no belly, and was happy with his 7 inches and thick enough to give all the sensation most women wanted without being uncomfortable. He had rugged good looks rather that the cute or classic look. With his disarming and infectious smile, he had no trouble, though. Since the birthday was so close to Halloween, the Browns usually made it a costume birthday party and Mark was secretly looking forward to seeing how Val would be dressed. Mark had dressed in some sandals that laced up and around his calves, a kilt with sporran, a rough home crafted leather tunic with small metal plates sewn big cock torture in patterns as armor. Around his waist was a thick belt supporting another leather pouch and a Busty Pain Anal medium length double edged sword in scabbard, on his left forearm a thick brass vambrace. He didn't have a decent hat so to spice up the image he had a rough leather eye patch to wear at the party. In a hidden sheath inside the neck of the tunic at his back was a throwing dagger. He had tried practicing throwing it the last couple days and while he had some success, Mark was very glad he was going to a party and not battle. When he came in the Browns door, they all oohed and aahhed at him and Val commented with a slightly mischievous look that were they less hairy he would have beautiful legs. Pete and Joan were dressed as a count and countess, Joan showing cleavage that would have gone over very well at a Rennaissance Fair. Mark had to remind himself not to stare. "Great costumes." Even though you're a fucking cuckold now. He has to keep me!” Hoping that he made more disgusting sounds on her angelic body. So what made you want to move out?” Janis held up her hand and showed me her ring. I laid back on my bed, legs slightly open, and wonder what I had just done. Bondage Your ass burns for that long thick horse cock. Rachael sped up even more with Jess shouting encouragement at her, “Oh yes, that’s it. Just imagine this in you, Busty Pain Anal Shelena sent with it. We walked to the middle of the hall and took a seat where I explained to Jan what she was instructed to do at the shoe shop and that I would remain seated until it came time to pay, only then would I approach and if she had followed the instruction, she would be able to buy a pair of boots as well as the shoes to wear home. In reality, he had not been at it for more then five minutes. He would place his hands big cock torture on her shoulders, waist, thigh. Within seconds I am cuffed and all but helpless, with my hands BDSM behind my back John runs his hands over my tits flipping the minute triangles off my nipples, he bends down and takes the left one in his mouth and nips it’s with his teeth, pulling at the overly large nipple ring that Matt had Joe fitted to me at BDSM Porn the Ponygirl weekend. “Stop it torture spankings Ryan,” I said, “you’re making the poor girl blush.”