And again. Smack. And I stretch it even further... smack. She makes soft whimpering sounds now every time I let the rubber snap. I like it! So I do it...some more.But she’s moving around too much, even in her bonds. I have to keep her hips still, or I’ll miss my target. Instead of tying her down more, I just sit on her legs, directly below her pussy. This not only keeps her still, but it also gives me far better access. So there, I snap the rubber a few more times to make sure I have her cunt. I quickly realized i was on some sort of massage table or something similar. Mistress grabbed my hands, and attached them off to my sides. My legs were bent and my ankles were attached. i felt as if i were almost a doctors exam table.i almost instantly felt Mistress applying lube to my asshole, the lube was fastly accompanied by a finger or 2, or 3. that only lasted a brief few moments, before Mistress was no longer touching me anywhere. i heard rustling and movement, still Mistress said. They usually nit pick a bill to death strictly on principle. But that moving speech from Senator Cauthold reminding the Senate of their duty to those brave spacers who were struck down without warning and the tragedy of those hundreds of unarmed civilians murdered in their beds seemed to motivate them. Of course Jeff, that speech might have been an attempt to strangle moves in his State to not nominate him at the forthcoming election; his record in the Chamber has not been at all spectacular,. "Lara was nice enough to show me around." At least now I know why it took you so long," said Oliver.We looked over and saw Oliver standing in the doorway that Valente had pointed at a moment before. His black hair was styled neatly, but his brown eyes showed his displeasure in my tardiness. Lara and Valente seem to stiffen and stand rather straight."Hi," I said nervously."What is that on your eyes?" he asked."Sir," said Lara, "Alexis Perry's optic receptors were malfunctioning so I took her to.