1. The Humiliation of Jane part 11


    Date: 8/25/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Hardcore, Author: dlantis20k, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

    Jane woke with a start, disoriented. As she came out of her sl**py haze, she felt vaguely unclean and ashamed. She realized she’d been having a very sinful dream, but she couldn’t remember any of the particulars, and she didn’t want to: those kinds of thoughts were unchristian, and she was a good christian woman. More awake now, she felt the unfamiliar, unwelcome signs of arousal—a warm sensation between her legs, her erect, sensitive nipples rubbing unpleasantly against the fabric of her undergarments. She blushed, upset with herself: somehow she thought that if her spirit was more pure, she would have better control over her own baser functions. Still, what happened when she was u*********s wasn’t her fault, and now that she was awake again, she was in complete control again, a young woman beyond approach. Yes, it was all coming back to her now. She was in the back seat of a limousine, on the way to an exclusive dinner party hosted by her father, the Senator. Everyone who was anyone in Washington society would be there. And so would Jane, because she was always invited to these functions. Everyone loved her and, she had to admit, maybe they even envied her a little. And who wouldn’t? After all, she was young, beautiful, well-educated and rich, a successful corporate lawyer from a successful f****y, on her way to the top... ...and she had the most wonderful husband in the world. Steve. Turning her head, she saw the handsome young lobbyist sitting beside her. Handsome, ...
    muscular, blonde—a self-made man, with impeccable morals. And he respected her. She smiled as she remembered how polite he had been during their courtship, never pressuring her for physical intimacy. Why, even on their wedding night, he had been the perfect gentleman. Naturally, she had been a virgin, and she’d been nervous about her marital duties—but after that first time, which had been magical and incredibly romantic, he had barely ever pressured her for sex, preferring only to snuggle with her and shower her with kisses. And that was fine with Jane. Steve glanced over at her and flashed his pearly whites. “We’re here, my angel. And, by the way, have I mentioned how absolutely elegant you look this evening?” “Only about a dozen times, silly,” Jane giggled, blushing. But it was true: she did look divine. She wore an elegant white evening gown of shimmering silk (made just for her by one of the finest designers in Paris), long white gloves and an expensive string of pearls. Her hair, coiffed by the finest stylist in Washington, was piled on top of her head so that she looked like Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. She even wore a little diamond tiara, and why not? She was queen of all she surveyed. And she knew she deserved it all. Stepping from the car, her perfect evening was ruined by the sight of a filthy homeless man begging for change outside her father’s palatial estate. “Please, I’m so hungry,” the wretched specimen of human filth whined. Turning to the chauffeur, ...
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