Lydia was now completely naked under the bridge. Butch was still pumping her mouth, but her throat was starting to become dry. At times, she had to ga...p for air, which Butch did not appreciate. He would quickly replace his cock and scold her for stopping. Jim pushed Lydia's legs to the side, causing her to lay spread eagle. He looked at her wet pussy and the trimmed bit of black pubic hair that rested above. With a swift motion, he slammed his throbbing cock into her soaking wet pussy. Lydia. The inside wascarved like a bowl and Tom was shocked to see a large phallus sticking up fromthe center. It was covered in ridges. "It is a torture device" Samsaid "It is called wife punnisher. The woman is made horney with drug andthen sits inside." "No woman canhandle that" tom said. "Not inside, she rubs against outside." That doesnt sound like much of a torture" "She can be tiedinside for hours or days. If a woman murders she may last a week without foodor water until dead" "Wow, they keep. Some days, I imagined my master to be a male and sometimes a female, with special events for each one. What I thought I really wanted was a strong master or mistress, one who also had wild sexual fantasies, and who would take charge of me and would then act out those fantasies, obviously with me playing out the part of slave girl, used by master (or maybe better yet, mistress) in strange and delicious ways, hopefully with an audience watching and most delicious of all, whether I liked it or. As she reached down to pull it from her pussy, she stopped her hand midway down. Shit, I can't just pull it out and leave it in the trash, and I can't carry it back to my desk for all the world to see. Guess I'll have to take my chances and leave it in until I take lunch. I can put it in my bag then.Stepping out of the stall, Jazzy was glad no one was in the restroom. It would have been hard to explain the moans that escaped from her clenched mouth. She made her way to the sink, where she.