My entire existence was focused on gathering their cum... and I wanted more. I stood up and looked at them. All three were sprawled on their backs, th...ir heads thrown back in pleasure, apparently in some sort of blissful trance. Their cocks were all hard and gently throbbing. It was surprising to see they had drops of precum forming at the tips again. Looking down at my body again I was fascinated. My breasts were standing full and proud, milk leaking freely from them down my body in little. Am I? I have allowed you the freedom of questioning my presence but not fearing it.You call me Sir.I have what I think of as my radar, sweeping around my peripheral boundaries as I enter the office building within which I hold court. That radar is selective, as too many voices and visions would send anyone insane, so I have learnt to pick and choose with selective key words and visions only taking my interest. Ian Fountain, the security officer for my building, has detected evidence of an. It's really going to look like it's our own body when on." After they stepped into it and got it zipped up, Lesley could feel Bob's penis tight in her ass like one of the butt plugs she sometimes used when Bob was away on a business trip. Lesley was right handed and Bob was left so getting their arms into the sleeves was easier than they thought."This body stocking feels like it's practically molding me into your shape." Bob resisted the urge to reach around and squeeze Lesley's breasts and. Naturally we both used the toilet, then adjourned to the dungeon Weights, and candle were selected, then the softer whips from the board, Peter placed my head and wrists into the pillory, clipped the securing bar in place threw his arms round the post and attached the handcuffs to his wrists round the post then knelt facing me awaiting his fate. We stood for half an hour before Ann appeared fully dressed in tight black leather trousers a white shirt and a leather waistcoat. She carried a clip.