What was I getting myself into? How would this turn out in the end? Could I really keep five women happy, even accounting for the fact that I had only...made love to three of them, and that only once? Was this just some sort of experiment on their part that would quickly end in something uncomfortable? And finally, did I really want to try to make this work? After much more thought and more physical pain I decided that if the ladies were willing to try to make this work than, by God, so was. And my honeybun had one too, it seems, because he was pulling on himself all thewhile he was watching me rolling and writhing and bucking and cryingout with my mouth stuffed and my bottom crammed. I found out when Isaw a little of his cum on my nightie later, and asked him about it.It was very dear, you know, that we both came together that first timefor me. I've never forgotten!You know, your cuticles have been neglected terribly. But you havelong fingers, and I'm going to attach some long. I’ve never seen one like this before. Do you think you will need strapping and gagging?” “No,” Mary replied, “I really want to get tattooed now. I have seen the others get theirs today, and will do my best to take the pain, however bad it is.” Mary sat on the chair and opened her legs, waiting for her envelope to be opened. Wendy pulled out a sheet of A3 sized paper, and showed the design to Mary. It was another butterfly, but the design was enormous. “I’m sure that my master would not have. He squinted to read her nametag. ‘Harriet, I want the finest room so me and,’ he hiccupped, ‘My lady can,’ and he gyrated his hips as he threw his arms in the air, ‘Get it on!’ ‘Yeah,’ Susan added with an exaggerated wag of her finger and then rubbed herself against Frank with a lopsided grin and low purr, ‘The sooner the better too missy.’ With an amused look, Harriet swiped the card and handed the two intoxicated souls a pair of electronic key cards. ‘You are all set, sir. Just go to the.
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