Her nylon clad arse showed her pussy through the hole in the fishnet body stocking she was wearing. He bound her wrists with leather straps to the rai...ings and spread her legs, tying them together with a strap wrapped around the crate.He placed a blindfold over her eyes and moved around behind her again. He lifted her skirt and proceeded to lick her arse and pussy, she was immobile and could not move, he pushed her top up revealing her nylon clad breasts which he started to caress as he rimmed. I wrap my lips around the tip, sucking my juice thats coating his skin. He groans, pushing further into my throat. He begins to fuck my mouth as he did my pussy, cradling my head in his other hand. You love this, he growls- a statement, not a question- his entirely cock buried. I swallow, my throat contracting around his head, causing him to moan. He releases my hands, and I grab his ass, pulling him deeper into my mouth. I pull off of him, and carefully begin to lick his balls. His breath. "Are you still sore from last night? Carl asked as he pulled her gently by the arm through the living room towards his bedroom."Better, not fully back to normal. I could barely take it in the ass last night when my neighbor stopped by," she said as she looked at his naked back leading as he marched her along."Neighbor huh? Which one?" he questioned thinking back to his suggestion that she fuck her closest neighbors."The son, Steve. He comes over in the middle of the night every couple of days. The interpreter had run straight into Dr. Tenente Paul Maisson of La Squadra de Ultimados as soon as he’d made it around the corner. He’d subdued him, and Helen ordered him and Mander to take him up to her suite and give him a drink or something. As soon as Maisson had let him talk and he’d told him that Whyte had been keeping him prisoner, Helen ordered them not to let him leave until she could learn how much he’d been involved; and if he was really being held against his will, what he knew.