Unclipping the garter clips, I removed her wet thong and brought it to my face, inhaling her arousal.Sliding off the sofa, I kissed her ankles through...her stockings and worked my way up her legs, every now and then making eye contact. Finally reaching her inner thighs, I felt her heat and again smelled her musky sweet scent.Looking up from between her legs, “I must taste you, I want my face covered in your juices,” as my tongue traced around her pussy lips. I looked down at her puffy engorged. Hannah padlocked Jessie's leash to the chair; then he went to work strapping her down.First he secured her wrists with the padded restraints; these attached with locks to the table near her waist. She felt a pounding surge of panic but did not resist as Dr. Hannah buckled and then padlocked the restraints around her ankles.Once he had her bound, Dr. Hannah stepped back to admire his handiwork. Jessie was secured to the table at ankles and wrists, collared and ball-gagged, and while the ball gag. Some nights it was so bad I couldn’t get to sleep until I’d rubbed my ‘twinkle’ until it made me gasp and get very relaxed. After reading that first few paragraphs you might think me very na?, but in 1975 I was an only child to mature parents and attended a strict Catholic Grammar School run by Nuns. I knew absolutely nothing about sex or what these feelings might be and even less about boys; but I knew I wanted to know more about both. On my return to school for my last year of A Levels. Mouth full, cheeks full, i suck and pull...pressing my tongue between them,,,that sensitive center line...putting more pressure on the pair...struggling to keep them captured,,, struggling with a lack of air ,,, enjoying the play while wondering how it would feel. i know there is pleasure but is there a bit of pain too? my lungs on fire, my eyes watering, i release you now gulping air and breathing hard, my eyes land back on your neglected cock. with more of a growl than a moan, i lick my.