I didn’t ask for a comment. “I’ve finished, Sir.”, so meekly and softly you reply. Milf sex As silently as I can, I walk behind you. I’ll give you the option of correcting yourself, than having to do it myself. At the very least, I owe you a bra. This is heartening. I’ll give you the illusion of some measure of privacy for the next act. But it was all in the contract that I urged you to carefully consider. Not moving much. You want this to go well, don’t you? I’m sure you can hear me, but I’m trying anyway. I grab a sip of water as I prepare for the next step. I turn my back to you and walk over to the other side of the bed and sit facing away from you. And hopefully, one that I’ve definitely manipulated to my advantage. I’m sure that I’ll get several gasps before the night is over. Given a rather high rating, too.
