Royalty, they said. She stopped in the middle of the pool. And as it pressed against her sex, widening it and finally slipping inside her, she realized that is was a sphere of some kind. The cloth floated off forgotten, and her hand traced tantalizing trails below my navel getting ever closer until it played in soft curls. Come home with me. She was 17 Bondage. She was a girl of saturnine beauty, sharp-nosed, with delicate bones that he dreamt of breaking. It was getting dark, and to my surprise the lights were on in the room. She moaned, bathed in the sensation and then she felt the rope giving way, falling loose and carefully peeled, now soggy with her lust, from around her chit and out from between her labia. In the deepest part, treading the water to stay afloat. |