I slipped her top off her shoulders exposing her little tits, i bent down and kissed my way over them, her nipples hardening in my mouth. We kissed an... stripped our way into the bedroom, and i bent her over her bed. I lifted her short skirt and started to kiss my way across her ass. I kissed her thighs, getting closer and closer, then pulled her tiny black thong to one side and ran my tongue along her damp pussy lips, she tasted even better than i'd imagined, i parted her lips with my tongue. “Remove the prisoner’s gag,” Mistress Flavia said. “And lower the crossbar just a bit, so he can rest.”Ophelia unbuckled the straps and used them to roughly tear the black plastic ball from my mouth. She turned the crank and the hoist, lowering my aching arms so I could recover some strength. I inhaled beautiful gasps of fresh air. My back was on fire, but I could rest a while.“Come and admire the prisoner’s back, Ophelia.” While I stood there naked and bound to the lowered crossbar, the two. He was slated to take over the family corporation when he turned thirty. Yet, despite his wealth, Lane was very modest as well as being very intelligent and caring which seemed to be a direct contrast to his very outgoing gregarious fun loving nature.Oh, I almost forgot, all women found Lane exceedingly handsome and irresistible!In everyone else’s words, except Lane’s, he was a chick magnet! He had a visible scar on his forehead but instead of distracting from his appearance, it made him look. In fact, that was pretty much what I looked like when I was her age, except for my blond hair was just a bit darker than hers. I then said, “for this to be fair, I have to take my clothes off.”So I did. I watched as her eyes were open wider with every article of clothing I pulled off. She stared at my body as I showed it off, like a stripper.She said, “I want to look just like you when I am your age.” I told her that she would. We sat on my bed across from each other. It was silent from there.