Her breathing ragged, her senses dulled for everything but the fulfillment not achieved. Aching, she turned to him, her controller, moving to him as h... directed her.Damon took the silken cord from the trembling figure and drew her hands behind her back. Starting with her wrists, he bound them tightly, winding the cord up higher and higher on her forearms, pulling them together until her elbows touched. The girl groaned but did not complain. The pain kept her on the edge and, as she had sought. I told Saranya that she doesn’t have the right to scold her daughter as she herself had sex with me for money while her daughter fucked me for a different reason.I convinced both of them and consoled both of them putting them on either of my shoulders and my hands on their waists.I told Saranya aunty to get into the bedroom to have sex but she lost her mood. After a lot of convincing, requesting and apologizing, I convinced both of them to have sex and relax before uncle comes back. I also told. Her reproductive tunnel was being used as a means to pleasure his cock. As she was being tossed up and down, she loved the feeling of hitting bottom each time her cunt came down fully to the hilt of his missle.She remembered the chisled muscles of his chest, and the broad expanse of his shoulders, but nothing of his face. She knew she was only a piece of meat and she loved to be used so masterfully that way.When he came it was as if he had shot the contents of a full milk bottle all the way. "First, we do the back, so scootch over to the centre of the table, and lay on your stomach. You can put your arms under your head, or along your sides. When we flip you over, you'll probably be more comfortable with them on the extensions at each side. Put your feet on the leg extensions and we need to put this cushion under your stomach to raise your little butt up a bit. Don't panic, but I'm going to spread your legs a little bit by moving the leg extensions." In a moment or two, Gretchen.