I mount her and slowly thrust in, quietly fill her with my warm seed. Her protests muffled by the ball gag. "Mrs Handcock you will be pleased to know ...hat Joanne is a submissive slut. Just like her mother." Chris can be heard slapping or spanking my wife."Your lover, Mistress, isn't much of a Dom is she. Yeah let me tie her up on that Bondage device in your husbands dressing room." She continues. Grunting. "Your husband ever put you in restraints and buttfuck your little brown hole?" Muffled. As the doors opened she stood in a clean white hallway. Across the elevator there was a desk. Behind it sat a breathtakingly beautiful redhead, sitting gracefully and sending her a smile. As Sarah walked up to her she noticed the redhead didn’t have arms. It looked like she was born without, even more it looked like her body was never intended to have some. Yet Sarah felt the lump in her throat thinking that the redhead was indeed a creation of the group. The redhead stood up gracefully, walked. Kurt was almost the opposite, he was quiet, shy and down to earth. He still knew how to have a good time but was not the centre of attention like Lindsay. Ivy loved those two, and they would have been the ones she shared her whole life with except for one small detail. Kurt and Lindsay were crushing on each other. Sometimes Ivy felt like the biggest third wheel. The worst part was that they were both completely unaware of the other’s feelings. Everyone looking on could see it as obvious as. We carried on talking for a while and I couldn't help but look at her massive breasts and deep cleavage.She must have noticed me, because she rearranged her outfit to hide her boobs.I was still none the wiser as we finished speaking and figured I'd go elsewhere and hopefully speak to someone I wasn't as attracted to.“Is there anything else I can help you with?”She asked.I was probably never going to see her again so cheekily I said,“Yeah, you can pull that top back down so I can see those tits.