Emiri Henmi

Sex story with: Emiri Henmi

Our party friends:

before the doorbell rings. You meet me downstairs and before entering the car you raise your skirt to show that you are not wearing underwear. This simple act of submission is scary. You are nervous that someone might see you actually exposing yourself. You keep your skirt raised until I give you permission to lower it. By the time you are sitting in the car, you are flushed hot and wet. You are very curious about where we are going but you know better than to ask. The drive is not particularly long and when we arrive it is to the entrance to a huge home, a veritable mansion. We are greeted by a tall, dark butler who is very handsome. He leads us up the stairs, along a corridor and into a darkened room. The door shuts behind us, leaving just the two of us alone. "Take off your dress.", I say. You pull the dress over your head leaving you naked. I guide you over to a leather chair that looks a little like what you might expect at a hair-stylist. You sit in the chair and watch as I pull stirrups out of the arms and fit your feet into them. ...(cont.)

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