No, I’m changing out of that.’ I smiled. Now she was getting it. She said, ‘I’m putting on this corset. It’s a little tight, and it really p...shes my boobs up. And I’ve got fingerless long lace gloves, and fishnet stockings clipped to the straps on the corset. No panties, when I went to the spa today, they did my pussy hair, and I want to show it off.’ She had no such thing, she hated corsets — but she knew I liked them. ‘I love that outfit. Just thinking of you in it is getting me hard.’ ‘Is. Some ofmy favorite times were with me on my back, legs over my shoulderscumming onto the dildo in mouth with the plug in my ass.After awhile, fucking the dildo was getting a little boring so I startedfantasizing about a bigger one that I'd seen in the store the last timeI went. It was supposedly modeled after some porn star and was 9 incheslong and almost 2 whole inches in diameter. A monster! The packaging forit was even bigger of course. I thought I had a foolproof plan forstealing and. It was not a pretty sight.Luke had been a US Marshall. During a shootout with some outlaws he got trapped and they had set the place ablaze. He got caught inside and was badly burned, scarring his right arm and some of his shoulder. There was extensive nerve damage to his right hand and he was barely able to do anything with it. Hence, he became One Hand Luke.Luke opened the door, both girls standing outside jumped in shock. One of the girls, the one who had been sent to make him a bath, looked. Marcus helped her lie down on the rack, which was at a ninety-degree angle from the floor. Her buttocks, still smarting from the stinging blows administered by her master's paddle, sank into the polished brown wood. "Please spread your legs, and move your arms behind you," Marcus commanded her. Wendy did as she was told. He snapped a leather strap around each of her ankles first, then her wrists. (All four straps were attached to the corners of the rack.) Wendy was relieved that she no longer.