Trying to struggle, her immobile hands would not move. Her feet were tied. All she could do is send out a muffled cry and shake her head.Then they wer... grasping her. Mort's hands. Pressing against her breasts. Rubbing them up and down. Squeezing them. Molesting them. "No ... No!" was her muffled cry.Mort laughed.Then she froze. Louisa stopped shaking her head. Stopped wiggling her body. Stopped trying to throw him off, even though she was effectively restrained.Louisa froze because his hands. When she was comfortable she reached up undoing chiggys jeans and then lowered them and his boxers to the floor around his ankles. It seemed as though Sian had done this before as chiggy didn’t even need to ask Sian to start wanking his flaccid dick hard, she was already making easy work of that as chiggys cock grew to around seven inches and pointed towards Sian's open mouth. Chiggy grasped Sian's head either side and pulled her open mouth onto his engorged helmet, he let out a low groan and. Leone’s hand next moved inside Tiffany’s dress, squeezing and fondling her perky breasts which, even from my view, prominently displayed her very erect nipples. Tamango then unhooked the tiny straps behind her neck and her red sequin dress began a slow, sensual slide down her tight, sexy body. I was completely mesmerized yet overcome with rage and jealousy. However, it felt as if some spirit world entity had overcome my body, holding me firmly in place, keeping me discreetly hidden and peeking. They were Shiann's. She was a slob, so there was no surprise. I picked them up and went to toss them into Shiann's bedroom. Instead, I looked at the toe imprints and felt a stirring in my underwear. I pulled them slowly to my face. By the time they were three or four inches away, I could smell the rank smell. I had mentioned my foot fetish, right? Well to me, this was the equivalent of striking gold. Smelly socks worn by some very petite feet. Emili had given over to my foot fetish a.