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The scarf was a little too tight around my wrists, but Austin liked to tie me up tight, and to make me feel just that little bit uncomfortable. It turned him on hugely. As soon as he stood up to view his handiwork, his semi-erect cock burst into life. It was a grower and the first time I had seen his becoming aroused, I watched in a state of surprise, as it doubled in size. As a wealthy oil tycoon from Texas, Austin was named after the place. He was tall and well-built, with a receding hairline and a penchant for silk and black leather and busty escorts London girls preferably.
Austin had used four scarves in total and from the design on them, there was no expense spared. These were sourced from Liberty of London, and were of hand-painted silk. When a client asks me to do this, there has to be trust built. We’d built up from two to four scarves over a period of eighteen months. His wife did not like bondage and thought it weird.
To add to his pleasure was a leather basque, fishnet stockings and a leather suspender belt. My lower half was bare, and from the way I was spread eagled, my freshly-shaved pussy was on show. He was about to begin his next stage of sucking, biting lightly and rubbing his cock hard between my large breasts, whilst clutching my boobs tightly together. He waited until he was not far from orgasm, before he rose and walked around the bed to put on his condom. Then he pushed his cock into my mouth and I sucked him, letting my tongue wind around his cock in the way he liked until he started to gasp and then he reached his initial climax, busty London escorts are always willing to oblige with an open mouth.
Afterwards, he lifted my head so I could sip champagne and I thanked him, as usual. He looked at my pussy and placed the tip of his tongue on one side of my clit so that it wasn’t quite on top and started a long, slow tonguing, which he continued for a few minutes, until he started to get horny again.
When he entered me, his eyes never left the scarves, so being a good escort I pretended to want to be free of the ties and explained they were hurting me. I writhed around, as if in pain, and that did the trick, he moaned and shuddered in release. Each to his own I say!
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