That will do.” “What now?” Brett asked. The gag slightly slurred his voice. Lily pursed her lips. “Now? We make sure you don’t speak unless given permission.” Brett blinked, then looked down, ashamed. “Sorry, mistress.” Lily shook her head. “Oh, I don’t mind myself. It was something your wife asked for. Her recommendations will have us deviating from a number of our usual procedures. She has also asked me to tell you what changes were made, once we get to them. This is the first.” Lily went back to the shelf and grabbed a black rubber plug. It was perfectly shaped to slid into the ring gag, so much so that Brett’s mouth was soon trapped under an airtight seal. There was a tiny lock built into the plug, and with the twist of a small key Lily had the gag locked in place. The key was quickly threaded onto a small silver chain and hung from Lily’s neck. Lily led a nervous Brett to the message table. She helped him crawl on top, guiding his body so that everything was properly lined up. Brett put his head facedown into the headrest, the hole a surprisingly snug fit for his face, and found himself staring at the floor amateur below. The leg rests, relatively low to the ground and spread apart, had him kneeling with his upper body laid across the table and his feet dangling off the padded edge of the two padded lengths. Lily made sure he was in place, then took a step back and studied him. Brett was laying facedown across the massage table with his back to the air, his arms against his sides, and his ass held out. Then it was time to strap Brett in. First came the thick leather belts, a firm foundation that ensured his limbs and torso were pinned to the cushioning. Then there were the straps, thinner and much more numerous than the belts, coming from all angles. These made it impossible for Brett to wiggle off in any direction. His legs, back, and arms were all covered in enough layers to keep him utterly immobile. Casey’s eyes widened and her mental wails grew louder when the first burst of agonizingly cold water hit her guts. Perhap..." Brad has a different mom than your dad and I.” He looks confused “Dorian hasn't told you any of this?” Last week, he taught Mr. Armstrong how to safely tie up his wife without hurting her. Gary waited until his manhood stopped twitching inside her. Sarah’s blush intensified a little, but she moaned softly as she replied, “S-streaming it is fine.” Her shame knew no bounds, nearly all the town and enjoyed seeing her naked body so lewdly displayed and nearly all treated her humiliation in a casually amused fashion as if it were of no consequence and she wondered how many more white girls had been treated like that before her. I’ll call you Friday morning and we can set up a time to meet for lunch,” she says. "Yes, ma'am," she amateur complied, unable to fully conceal her reluctance. Sighing, Tony closed the laptop. “Aww, yeah baby. Mostly after Vestus tried to use her powers on me and they didn't work. Kind of a personal dare to herself.
She hadn't really seen him much outside of school, much less without his shirt, so she had to imagine what he was like underneath the fabric. In her mind, she ran her fingers down his bare chest and stomach. Randi felt her body becoming a little warmer and her skin a little tingly almost as if she were nervous and had butterflies in her stomach. She was caught up in her little fantasy and imagined how it would feel if he moved his kisses to her neck. She had never actually even French-kissed a boy much less been in such an encounter as she was imagining. Her amateur thoughts took a life of their own now as she imagined herself and Michael sitting together, him without his shirt and donning a pair of cutoffs. It was then that her thoughts took a surprising turn...her imagination became suddenly fixated on the button of Michael 's jeans. She froze for a second and wondered just what things might be like under that denim. Being alone in the house with her fantasy, there was no reason to stop now...what could it hurt to continue her little investigation? In her mind, she saw her hand reach for his button and pop it open. With her curious eyes wide open and fixated on his crotch, she imagined slowly and carefully sliding down his zipper and pulling the flaps apart. Only now the inexperienced girl had no real idea of what he was like down there at all. Randi hadn't had any interaction with a “cock” before (as her girlfriends called it), so she just thought about the things she had seen on the web. She let out a wanton moan as I jammed them deep. “parlor tricks and Tom Foolery for lazy people.” “She did love me. She gave herself to me.” planned it?" The four girls settled in, and the air thickened as they refocused their attention down onto the amateur extramundane instrument being used to communicate from beyond the grave. "Matt, we've been in love with you for so long now, we've been waiting forever to see what you've got going on down there.
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