Now as I lay in position, my back was arched legs pulled up to my sides, thighs bound in position, calves too, ankles as well, but not in their usual ...lace.The other big difference was I couldn’t swing like normal. To keep me hidden I was bound tight beneath Spirit and there was little movement unless he decided to hunch his hindquarters. The sling allowed for this by holding me a little more forward to ensure I couldn’t get impaled deeper than was safe. It also added to my mindset, made me. The one in my ass seemed a lot harder to handle.A real slut thinks about sex constantly. Her holes should be plugged almost constantly and whenever possible. Her mouth should be available at all times. Her job is to tease and to please. This is who you are and what you like to be. I felt like a twisted little sick girl who belonged in an insane asylum. How crazy am I? How could I do this not only to myself, to my reputation? What reputation? I am a loner. I have no friends. I really. I stand up and pull you by the leash. I lead you over to the bed where i sit down on the edge.You almost immediately pull my pants down. My underwear and all exposing my hard cock. It stands up straight the veins straining. "This hard all ready for a whore like me?" You say gripping my cock rubbing it. The veins push and throb against your fingers. You smile. I lean back on the bed using my arms to prop myself up. You begin to take my cock inside your mouth. I feel your tongue brushing against. He had already been exploring as her shirt was completely unbuttoned and her pants were off, thrown onto the floor. I loved the way her panties had been partially pulled down, probably by the pants coming off. She hadn't bothered to fix it. She still had them on but her beautiful ass was very invitingly exposed. Her bra, if she had been wearing one was at least unclasped. I could see her small breast from the side. Her nipples were hard and they just barely brushed his chin as she slowly moved.