That's all they need to hear, that I'm fucking somewhere, and whoever is in the neighbourhood will quickly drop everything and find us, knowing that w...en I'm fucking, I NEVER want to stop convulsing in orgasm around gushing, squirting cocks. Everybody's welcome. If someone brings a friend, that friend has to show all of us a recent health certificate, and swear that if he ever fucks anyone else, he'll get another one. If one of my boys will vouch for him, that's good enough for me. I love most. One day, I was laying on the couch in the latest set of underwear that Niko had told me to buy (a pair of black crotchless panties and bra that somehow went around my tits without actually covering anything) when he stumbled in, and just spent a few minutes staring at me.I pretended not to notice, but I probably gave it away the fifth time I “innocently” stretched. Niko may have been a creep, but he was still a guy ... and honestly, it was pretty impressive that he thought a cheap little tramp. It was too early for the next appointment.“Hello, can I help you?”, said Mary. The woman at the desk was very tall and slim with blonde hair. She wore a black blouse and a black pencil skirt with what looked like very high heels. “I am the Vicar of St Marks, and I understand that you have the Vicar of St Peter’s here. I need to see her, immediately.” “I think that she is getting changed.” “Show me!” The woman had such a dominant manner that Mary immediately took her to Room 2 and knocked on the. They are all dependent on me. But why are they, and particularly Sumitra, treating me as if I am insane and need constant protection from myself? I can understand them wanting to stop my uncontrolled thrashing but their soft enveloping bondage is too extreme for that. If they want just to limit my movements when necessary, their arms, bodies, and perhaps a few wraps while the fit lasts would be enough. Four women all of similar size to me are ample to restrain me for the now infrequent.