I gasp at the sight of you. I have to take all my control to stay where I am, instead of running to you to feel and taste your beautiful body. My fing...rs long to run through the hairs on your chest, to play along your stomach and come to rest on your perfect hard cock. My voice quivers as I say "Stroke your hard cock for me baby." You wrap your hand around it and slowly start stroking up and down. You can see the surrounding shape of me, but no more. The darkness hides me perfectly. I watch you. ." Emma move even more down,until her face stopped right in front of Susan's pussy. The girl wastrembling in expectation. "...and fuck me with that pathetic dick ofyours." Emma dived right in, her tongue licking Susan's labia. Susanmoaned.Emma moved away. "Well, you're not doing that. But maybe, if you're agood little slut someday I'll be the one doing that to you..." Sheunlocked my restraints."Come here Nina. kneel on the bed and service Susan with your tongue likea good little lesbian. But be. Her gorgeous body was beet red, her face distorted by pain, and she was peppered with thorns on every part of her extremely sensitive body. She flopped helplessly through the sand like a fish that has been caught and dragged onto a boat. Yet, for some reason, her beauty and the beauty of her skin, was totally intact, if not enhanced, by the abuse! They finally arrived at their ranch, they paraded her past many men and some other beautiful, sobbing women, apparently slaves like herself,. The barrels captured and stored the rain water that came off the roof of the house. No one questioned the purpose of the barrels. Seattle was an environmentally conscious city, which made rain barrels a sight that generated little attention. An extensive search of Craigslist and Ebay eventually allowed me to acquire virtually every item I needed to make my stormy bondage possible. I couldn’t help but enjoy the tight feeling of the thick neoprene wetsuit I had on. Purchased for nearly.