She kneels down in front of me with a couple small strips of leather that are connected. “This is honestly going to be more of my toy than yours to...ight, but I think that you will appreciate it.”She takes one of the small black strips and it slides behind my sack and wraps around to the front completely encircling my testicles. The next connection goes up and over the base of my cock. She looks me in the eyes and smiles as she draws it all tight. My nuts are now cut off and pushed away from. The two workers left her, the door shutting with a sense of finality. She squirmed into a position where she could be comfortable. Her pussy was sore from the abuse that it had endured earlier and she knew she was going to be walking a little funny the next day. This was something that she had never done before, and she was already enjoying herself a great deal.She cried and squirmed under his care. This man was every bit as rough as the last. She could tell that she already had bruises forming. I undressed as my husband slept only feet from me, I dressed in silk and nylon, see through and naughty, stockings and belt, panties willing to be ripped from me, a powerful sense of being ****d by a strangers cock appealed and heightened my libido, even applying the gel for anal intercourse was overly applied liberally as my husband Jack lay in deep slumber, my long finger dispersing copious amounts, deep inside my bum, I am sure if my husband awoke at this very moment he would be shocked at. She’d forgotten to grab anything for lunch, so she sipped at the bitter diet soda and felt her stomach rumble. From the corner of her eye she saw Dave Klinger, a halfway cute guy a couple of years older than she was. He’d been looking at her for a long time now, several weeks at least, but he hadn’t come over to talk to her yet. He had hands with long, delicate fingers, and Gwen wondered if his cock was long and slender too, like her dildo. Gwen’s heart pounded in her breast and her fingers.