Annette Benson

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Annette Benson A brisk half dozen strokes, leisurely applied while Peetie fervently laps, and after an hour the scene makes me thirsty. Given a few minutes rest, my libido will not only return, but also thrive. So a pause for refreshments can serve multiple purposes. I get a heady sense of power strolling about in nothing but knee high leather boots... and to think that such have been thoroughly cleaned and brought to high polish by the oral efforts of my most frustrated and subservient sycophant. “Stay, Peetie.” I arise and feel the room air wafting about my wet pubes area as I retreat to the kitchen for wine. Willie faces away from the stairs and I cannot help giggling as he strains in his bonds to turn to look at me. ‘Some day, Willie’, I think to myself, such a thought spurring im

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