It pressed on his skin and enclosed him in a far more direct claustrophobic prison. A prison of the mind.It was not the first time that he had offered...himself to her, or the second, but it was the first time that he had allowed her such full power over his straining body. Stretched to his physical limit by the chains in a shallow box that could have been a coffin if a coffin required its contents to be stretched and pinned like a butterfly in a case. Only one rule was in effect. She was not. My cock still felt hard, throbbing. She began rocking on me, insisting we were not done, riding me as if we'd just started. I could see the sun had moved again. It seemed minutes, but appeared to be an hour or two, midday. She rode me like a horse across an open field, bouncing and landing, her body against mine, her hands on my chest as she rolled her hips, demanding more from me. She moaned and growled and demanded more. I held her ass tight and thrust up into her. Forcing my cock deep,. She looked like the problem child to end all. I glanced over the room, all eyes were on Holly, especially Anna’s as she beamed from ear to ear. It was quite the contrast, here was this room full of teachers of one form or another and a role-playing student. It looked as if Holly was in her glory as she worked the room, going up to the guys and pulling at their ties, blowing kisses to them, as the noticeable bulges in their pants grew larger. At one point she sat down on Deana’s lap, grinding. At that point I slid my lips back until just the head remained in my mouth and treated it like an ice cream cone. He groaned loudly, gripping the couch cushions. I began to work my mouth back and forth on his shaft, taking him to the back of my throat with each bob of my head. This drove him wild. Breathing heavily, he sat up.With an audible pop, I released his cock from my mouth. He grabbed my waist and pushed me into the couch, now on top of me. "God damn, you're so sexy," he whispered into.