sex in the kitchen 2

Claire realized the Master’s idea of an “evening out” was very deferent from normal people’s. Shamelessly, he kept his hand on her ass, squeezing it with every step. She wanted to moan, her ass was very sensitive to any touch. He obviously was a regular here, for the nearest waiter immediately greeted the Master and led him to a table.

They sat, and the waiter left to get drinks.

The Master slipped a her back down to Claire’s crotch, and she glanced around. Her eyes widened.

Almost every other man in the room was playing with a woman. A couple men had two women at his table and at one table both women of them were obviously in a state of orgasmic bliss.

“Spread your legs,” the Master said, his voice was gentle, but Claire new this was a command. She complied. He shook his head. “Both feet as far apart as they can go, on the table.” Claire took a quick look around again, then obeyed. The master smiled his approval. He pinched her clit in between his thumb and forefinger, and Claire was embarrassed as she un

You have read this article with the title sex in the kitchen 2. You can bookmark this page URL http://tangocupcakees.blogspot.com/2013/02/sex-in-kitchen-2.html. Thanks!