She gritted her teeth–real or imaginary, she couldn’t tell–and focused on pushing them back, blocking them out. Not this one, she said inside he... head. Maybe out of it, too. She didn’t care what they saw of her, naked and strapped down and writhing. Beth no longer cared about trying to preserve the dignity of her body. She was too concerned about preserving the sanctity of her mind. The effect got stronger. They must have turned up the juice. Beth didn’t care. She pressed harder with her own. I guess I had woke him with the sound of the running water. Steve came over with another glass of wine for me and got in. He sat across from me, stretched his legs across and made sure his toes felt my pussy.I moved over to sit on his lap, making sure I straddled him to sit on his cock. It didn't take long, before we were fucking in the tub. Steve lifted me to the edge and began to eat my pussy. Spreading my lips wide and slipping his tongue in my hole. he fingered my clit and rubbed my. She came back with his beer, handed it to him and he just looked at her in anticipation while he felt his cock throbbing under the towel.“Is there anything else?” Oh joy, oh great Gods. Thank you, thank you. His blood was racing through his veins, his heart going ballistic and his mind worked overtime to keep his thoughts on the right track.“Yes honey. Would you get down on your knees and give me a blowjob please?”Now Robert loved his wife, but she wasn't actually what you would call a very. When he refused to talk, I had my men strip him and tie him so he was hanging horizontally from both feet and both arms about seven feet off the ground. I tied a hemp bowstring (I sure wasn’t going to waste a silk one on him) tightly around his cock and balls, then tied it to a fair-sized rock and let the rock drop. My men cringed as he shrieked loud enough that we could hear it, even through his gag. I stood dispassionately in front of his face until he quit howling enough to hear me.“Are you.