Swathes of rope wrapped rapidly around the base of my pendulous tits, I felt the engorging begin as the ropes tightened, biting delectably into the so...t flesh that was still burning because of the oil. Soon my tits started to throb deeply within their unyielding constraints. “The Hands” moved back to the bad and I again heard clinking and shuffling as I was momentarily left alone, the throbbing from my tits now coursed through my whole body. Contemplating this was brief though, as hands grabbed. "That's it, darling, let it go," I urged, glancing at her tortured expression.She was fighting a losing battle. Try as she might, her last-ditch attempt was a lost cause, and we knew it. Mary-Jayne had lost control, and warm piss began to flow. Not that she minded. Omorashi was MJay's secret vice. After she told me about her little kink, I looked it up and was surprised by what I found — typical of the Japanese to have a name for it.What surprised me most was how many young ladies partook and. He opened the classroom door and walked out, the girls following. They were walking with one arm over their breasts and one hand between their legs. Mr. Bradley stopped and had them put their arms behind their backs. He then led them to the one floor he knew the janitor would be working. The girls just froze as they saw the janitor down the corridor, so Mr. Bradley called the janitor to him. The surprise on his face was complete as he looked upon three beautiful naked girls. “What is this, Mr.. His strokes were savage.There was nothing to her world but pain now. It throbbed through her, lay over her like a blanket and at regular intervals that always came too soon and seemed as if they would never come the pain blazed up again in a sudden overwhelming intensity. By some cruel trick she still felt each tip bite her flesh at each stoke. The pain never seemed to numb her to that. She heard the voice counting, focused on it, recalling its importance if not it's meaning. It measured hell..