M's First Tie: Part Three
M gets tied and suspended.
Saturday night. “Guess my name,” she replies playfully. “Hmmmmm, let’s see, Mary?” I say. “Nope,” she smiles and kisses my chest. “Martha?” I guess again. “Nope,” she smiles and kisses my lips. “Meghan?” I try again. “Nope,” she smiles, “You’ll never guess Gil. I’m too worn out to wait for you to guess.” M exaggerates an exhausted sigh. I playfully slap her bare ass and keep my hand on her ass cheek. “OUCH!” she cries out...