As I was slowly getting up I realised that I’m getting used to wearing just a dress or skirt and top now. Apart from when I go outside and get a breeze on my pussy I forget that I have no underwear on. It now seems quite normal to be like that and putting a swimsuit or shorts on feels strange. Shaving my pubes every day was a bit of a chore, but my skin had got used to it and the itching had stopped. I must talk to Jon about getting an electrolysis machine so that I can remove them permanently. Perhaps Jon will let me use it on him. The other thing that I have realised is that I enjoy exposing myself to other people. I had really enjoyed the previous days experience in Tesco and wasn’t the least bit embarrassed. I was very happy with my new job and very happy being Jon’s ‘slave’. I feel very content having someone to take responsibility for me. I guess that that was what was missing from my life in Wales. Today was to be different to my previous weekends with Jon. Jon had decided that we were going to decorate my bedroom. We went into town and selected some wallpaper and paint and then got started. Jon didn’t trust me with the wallpaper but told me to do the painting. Before I started, Jon told me to take my dress off; he didn’t want me to get paint on it. After we had been at it for about an hour I accidentally backed onto a wall that I had just painted, and I got light blue emulsion paint on my bum. Jon said that that gave him an idea, and he took the paintbrush from me and painted a bikini on me. He started with my pussy, saying that he had to get it before my lips got swollen and my juices made the paint run down my leg. amateur It really tickled as the brush went over my pussy. When he’d finished, it looked quite good, I’m sure that unless you were quite close, you couldn’t tell that it wasn’t the real thing. I was looking forward to testing that theory, but wondered how long it would be before it started to come off. It took till late afternoon to finish the decorating, and after indian some food Jon opened a package had arrived by post that morning. It contained a dog collar and lead, a pair of metal handcuffs, some straps that would hold my wrists to my thighs, and 2 butt plugs. Jon told me that I had to wear the collar when we went out that night. When we did go to a pub in town a couple of hours later, all I was wearing was a black dress, collar and shoes. Jon carried the lead, and put it on the table in the pub, but didn’t attach it to the collar. I think I might have been a bit embarrassed being pulled around by a lead but I didn’t get a chance to find out. I wasn’t at all worried by such a short dress, no knickers and not being able to cross my legs because of the painted-on knickers. So far, the paint was lasting well. A few people did a double take, but no one said anything. Sunday May 10 This turned out to be the hottest day of the year so far, and instead of going to the Gym, Jon decided that we would go for a bike ride. In his garage, Jon had 3 bikes, all with a crossbar. One had a very narrow saddle and another had a wide saddle, but with a round hole in the centre of it. After Jon had checked out the bikes, he put 2 in the back of his car, and we drove out into the country. We laughed and caught up on the years. “Perfect. I wasn't feeling her anywhere. I felt my balls beginning to tighten. She did. Each of the students took a seat chit-chatting about what they did this summer. Keep in mind that Chasni was fertile, and she was doing exactly what I had asked her to do. "You don't take anything off right in front of a guy unless he puts a dollar down," and she pointed at the edge of the table. The man said softly, “Let’s see how you are on the Hershey Highway.” He then pulled some of the fluids from her cunt and smeared them between her ass cheeks. Her thighs gripped my waist. It was like most mornings, cool and in just the gym shorts and t-shirt Joseph was able to notice the natural shape of Sammi's perky breasts and hardened nipples. She asked, “What for today boys?” They all laughed. “Let's get down to massage her pussy. My clit rubbed against her chin as she plundered my depths. Eat it mom Max said softly , as he watched , Cindy get some lube & begin to fuck her old lady up the ass. I had to use a tourniquet to stop the bleeding,” I answered as I tried to decide what to do. My phone beeped with a text message. “Then eat heartily and hit the sack, dreaming fucking your sex queen” Sujata told him, amateur naughtily.. It was lust. I swear that he was using the zoom button. With that I timed to take my blue pill at about eight, in anticipation of her arriving at ten and busied myself having my dinner and then a shower afterwards. Three months my mother spent in the hospital before she indian could go home. I kept moving between her asshole and her pussy and she kept talking dirty and it seems that she got more aroused , she moved her hand to rub her pussy lips and her clit. She lets you kiss her at first, but when you keeping moving your hand up her back, she tries to push you away. I never... “What if somebody comes round?” I asked then as an afterthought I added “Sir.” The glove spanked her again. The name meant as little to me as ‘Chaos’ or ‘Corruption.’ It was a label, a simplification to the point of deception. Tara was drunk and still was fighting off the urge to pee. I hated that because it just meant that I’d have to stand up and walk in front of them. Then with many moans and sighs of pleasure she started sucking off the cock again, jacking him with her hand like she was trying to make him cum. I tried to look my father in the eyes “No, not money. As Jerry was leaving to go to get the washcloth from the bathroom, the scene on the TV screen abruptly changed once again. He looked down at his watch. Her head shook from side to side. As I returned the empty gun to its normal resting place, I found I was so light headed I could not think or keep my balance. There didn’t seem to be any way out. “You can undo it?