Somehow the dance ended with the men bagged as you were. Now they are confined to bed with their every need attended to except freedom, of course." bu... the women would be safe."Won't they seek revenge on the women when they are released?" We think not. If they realise that they have been spared from participation in an unsuccessful revolt and now my husband might be the next Rajah - I think they'll forgive us. Despite their bonds they have been pleasured all day. But I must convince the English. Mom must have felt my sharp intake of breath because she sort of slapped me on my hip, trying to appear annoyed at my interest, but I noticed that she seemed to watch closely as Karl slid into the sleeping bag."Slide down and turn on your side with your hipbone in that trench I scraped out. You'll be much more comfortable like that." I spoke very close to her ear to allow her to hear me without my shouting. When she had done so I slid down as well and made myself comfortable, lying spooned up. George sat on the bed and pushed his toes up inside of my pussy. His big toe slid in first. He continued to push more and more of his foot inside of me.George fucked my pussy in and out with his foot. I was moaning and groaning, while he fucked me!“I’m going to come. Oh God! Fuck!”I had an orgasm on George’s foot.“Lie down. I have to fuck you now.”George moved to the bed and got on top of me. He pushed his cock up inside of my pussy. We kissed passionately, while we made love together. I was. It was my fault. In a way, though, I did you a slight favor. You mentioned less guilt. Think about it. It’s what I call the ‘absolution effect.’ Being mind-controlled absolves you, in effect, of any sins that you commit while hypnotized. It’s not your fault, so on some level, you can just relax and enjoy it.“Barbara Jean really wants that, because she’s such a Jesus Freak, even now, that she feels extreme guilt over things like letting Cheyenne suck her tits and letting Van fuck her right after.