" Sophie explained, and began cataloguing his injuries. The rib was obvious now, the expanding bruise below his arm-pit showing up clearly, as was the...long laceration on his hip. Less obvious, though, were the plethora of scars and blemishes that showed a long history of injuries and wounds, some stitched and treated neatly and well, others less well. Two large, round scars on his chest showed what she thought were bullet wounds, but there was no evidence of the shot that had hit him. She got my trousers off and freed my cock as Claire got her on the edge. She started screaming as her orgasm hit but Claire showed no sign of relenting the tonguing her cunt continued to get.I decide Claire needs some repayment so move Kerry up the bed and get Claire to climb on on all fours. Her gorgeous ass is exposed to me and I see she’s not in stockings as I thought- they’re tights. I love the flimsy material and rub on her pussy through the material. I think about pulling the tights away. My arse began to pucker again and the pain had almost subsided. Al rolled me over onto my back and pulled my shorts down over my ankles, bunched them up and lay them across my face. I could smell myself on them. The dampness and aroma excited me. He found a small metal torch on my bedside table and slowly inserted it into my arse. It was probably three inches in diameter and felt better than the plug. Al curled his fingers against my clit and started to stroke . One...two..then three fingers. Is that true? Do you have it with you?” I reached in my pocket and pulled out the harness and handed it to Vivian. “It is a special harness that goes around my cock and balls.” “Nancy wants me to put this on you. So follow me to my bedroom and we can put your clothes out of the way in there too.” So I followed Vivian into her bedroom. It was obvious that Vivian lived alone, and it was a very girlish bedroom, because it was pink and had many stuffed animals in it. I also noticed that Vivian.