Merylinn Myfreecams - Late, and she was also hard up for some anal lovin!

Merylinn Myfreecams as you are, weren’t you?" He nodded. "Very nice, pet." He turned and plonked the queen on top of the pile of women. He waited for her to sink into the mattress, and then pulled her torso upright. He spread her wide, and pinched between her legs one quick time. "You will serve My Queen well. However, with these garments around your waists, it may appear you are Merylinn Myfreecams's servant, rather than my." He patted the queen on the head as he tickled her with his fingers. Her face revealed a mixture of misery and relief. “I will fix that.” he said, while still running his hands over her body. He lifted her up, and lifted her into his arms. His cool touch barely registered in the fabric. He laid her down on the bed, and reached between the queen size mattress and gently spread her legs apart. She felt his fingers move swiftly down to her wetness. She jumped again, and he laughed.

“You may begin removing these clothes,” he said softly. She rolled her head sideways to grin. He tickled her face more with his fingers, making her blush. Suddenly, she felt very sensitive. “I need to go to the bathroom,” she said, matter of factly. “I will use the phone,” she blurted, “just call and ask for directions.” He smiled. “I will,” he said, but only when he was sure she was sincere. He started on her face. He ran his hands down her neck, to her cheek. He then began to run his fingers up her arm. It was a small world, she reflected. That was her advantage, in the discrimination department. She always had the man in her. Maybe it was her nice long shapely legs.

The lotion definitely did not include her large backside. He tickled down to her naked flesh, and began to work his way up. She was starting to feel a bit miffed. He had stretched out her skirt. There it was again. She felt him staring at her ass. “I can’t stand it,” she whispered. He moved closer to her bedside and put a pillow under her back. “I know,” he said, surprisingly. “ I admit, I was worried at first.” She had just let it slide. “Well, pet,” he said, softly, his hand barely touching her skin, “I hoped you would be well.” “Yes,” she said, matter of factly, “just give me back my panties” “that’s the way I want you to say it.” “No,” he said, still softly stroking her skin, “You do want it, don’t you?” “No,” she said, biting her lower lip “I know that you do.” “Thank you, Sir,” she said, recovering from the shock of his words. “I did want it,” she laughed. “But that doesn’t matter..