Yvonne did her part to provide the opening, using her red tipped finger-nailed fingers to spread open her vagina. I pushed up against her clit and pla...fully teased her. She grabbed my cock and directed it into her steaming hot pussy. I pushed forward, the walls of her vagina clamping down on the shaft of my hot rod. “Ohhhhhmyfuckinggawd,” Yvonne exclaimed, “Hold up.” I waited. After a few seconds, I eased further inside of her, at her urging. “Give it to me,” Yvonne pleaded. She hummed as I. She pushed my face away, and said "No, get on your back".I did, and looked up between her legs. She stood there in her dressing gown, but from underneath I could also see the panties she wore, black lace, see through and high cut, I could almost taste her well trimmed ginger pussy from the floor."Getting a good eye full?" she asked."Yes Princess!" Well its more than I am getting" she said pointing down at my cock, "Your tiny dicklette is no good for anything, even looking at!" She. ” “Me too. Will I see you before I leave?” “How about eight for breakfast?” “Works for me.” Ashley gave George a quick kiss, picked up her two bits of clothing and the towel she'd come out of her room with and turned for the house. George looked after her, sure now that he really had died and gone to heaven. *** “Kind of over-dressed aren't you,” Brad asked of Ashley as he arrived for breakfast. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a cotton print button-up blouse. “Well, we did have company,”. Daraufhin rüttelte ich immer wieder so fest ich konnte an meinen Fesseln in der Hoffnung, dass sie sich lockerten oder sogar lösten, doch nichts dergleichen geschah. Ich saß immer noch blind, gefesselt und geknebelt auf dem Boden eines dreckigen verlassenen Badezimmers und bekam alle zehn Minuten einen in den Wahnsinn treibenden Stromstoß. Die Folter verletzte meine Würde, meine Menschenrechte. Es gefiel mir, ich hatte immer noch einen steifen Penis. Der Schmerz war unerträglich und.