. ...but a lot of the time it worked. offering her something that she normally wasn't allowed to have seemed like the only way hubby was ever going to...make his dirty fantasy come true, and it wasn't that he didn't realize he was manipulating her into fucking someone she didn't necessarily want to fuck, or even that he was literally pimping her out. Not only did he realize it, those very reasons were large contributors to the rigidity of his little white dick. He knew it was fucked up, and in. ” “No. Mia” he said “ you are too sweet, I just want some pictures, close up, of your tis and your ass, hangin out and your panties. I really like panties.” I twinged at the thought of all the similarities I had with this man. I thought of how I much I loved the feeling of my underpants easing there way into the lips of my pussy. I thought about how Peter would love to shove his hard little cock into my snatch while pulling my panties to the side. As horny as I was, I had no desire. These are hard steel,covered with soft flesh-tone rubber, specially fitted to my arms and legsso they won't come off without being unlocked--and of course my Husbandkeeps the keys!My elbow bonds are joined behind my back with a light but strong metalcable, just long enough to allow me to use my hands in front of me--if I'mcareful. Likewise, my knee hobbles give me enough slack to take dainty,hip-swinging steps in the high-heel shoes my husband insists I weararound the house. So I can get around. ?Okay.? The Dom acknowledges as she steps toward the front of the podium, again gripping Lynn’s left breast, reaching out with the bamboo toward the blonde. ?Across the nipple! Same way!? Reaching out, grabbing the bamboo, the blonde focuses on Lynn’s breast, watches as the Dom stretches that tit flesh as she did the other. ?Swish? Thwack!? ?Uummphh!? The swish of the flexing crop, the muffled cry from Lynn as it flicks off her heaving melon. ?Good! Good!?.