Never, I told her. "Then you must not know anything about sex. You're a Catholic right?" I had to agree that I was Catholic, but I was blushing. “So...eone taught me about sex." I had grown to trust Sharon. She was fun, and loving and never put me down. So I decided to tell her about my experience. “You're not going to judge me are you?" "Sweetie, after all the shit I've done in my short life I couldn't judge anyone." And she grinned that pixie grin. So in short sentences I explained that I had. I moved lower kissing her shoulders and collar bone moving towards her large, firm breasts. She placed a hand under each of her boobs and lifted them up as if offering them to me and I pounced. I began to lick and suck her nipples with a fervor that I’d never had before knowing that the ultimate goal of this was to sink my shaft into her sweet pussy. I bent, basically going to all fours as I licked and kissed lower to her ribcage where she has a small tattoo of a tiger, her belly button and. "When the string to the butt plug from the chastity tube was tightened, itpulled his penis back between his legs, pushing his balls up into hisbody, making him look quite flat.Once that was fitted, he had gel filled falsies glued to his chest, largeat 'D' cup, but not out of place on him, and they were supported by acorset with half cups. This was tightened on him until he could hardlybreathe. He was given a plain, right angled hook to screw into the wallof his bedroom, to hook the laces. The sweet torture has begun.She is slowly showing signs of waking as I sit watching her, waiting for realisation to hit home and freeze her blood for a second. Her eyes are fluttering open, the movement on the blindfold is clear and she must be wrestling with the thought of temporary blindness or still being asleep, but then her mind kicks into gear and she absorbs the noises in her ears and just before her heart starts to race she realises that this is part of a game. She moves her arms.