The BDSM furniture is low quality, mostly improvised stuff and some of it is just gym material (a gym rack … ) the used materials and tools are also...poor quality just as her outfits. She has no real leather stuff besides two old pairs of boots. all the rest is chinese made lycra and other unpleasant fake stuff. She has a few good looking latex clothes but soon she will have to buy new ones because also latex has limits in elasticitySessions:cannot recommend to book long stay of more than one. ."MMMMMM" I SUCK YOUR CLIT INTO MY WANTING MOUTH...LASHING IT WITH MY TONGUE...and, what's that? you feel my finger, from my one hand that's snuck backward...slowly fingering your asshole... as I lick and flick your bud and suck it in my warm wet mouthnot expecting my finger...you barely move forward almost falling on your heels...but instead catch yourself by pressing onto the top of my head forcing my tongue to actually enter your pussy...and you feel my hot mouth's warmth expand inside. The queen of my story is my own friend, white complexion, body stats not known as that didn’t matter at that time. But she was short 5’4″tall cute with dimples and well-maintained boob and an ass to die for.Now the story starts. This happened a few weeks back when we all friends decided to go on a ride. Since most of them were couples in the group, all agreed to come with their partners. So the plan was made and we felt for the ride. My queen was sitting behind me on my bike.By the way, her. I had already reviewed the figures before we went through with the acquisition so I asked for a tour of the building so I could get a better idea of scale and production first before we got into the nitty gritty.As we walked through the canteen, listening to Derek wittering on, I glanced round the room when suddenly I saw her. The only woman in a sea of men. Perhaps that was what made her stand out at first but there was something about her I found mesmerising. She was sitting laughing at.