The Friday morning had us again at the screen, Trish excelled herself her master placing a few long steel needles in her nipples then whipping her wit... a strap. The afternoon found her bound over a pick-nick table at a strange wood-land location being used by a queue of strange men, none of whom looked as though they had washed since nelson was a lad. It for some reason excited my delightful partner no end, to the extent we left the youngsters that evening telling them we were “going to the pub. This I’m writing after the terrific feedbacks I received after my debut story at ISS, “The Sexed up time of our lives”.To have a real as well as virtual sexperience, contact me at Getting on with the story, this happened with my sister’s friend, Tarika. Very good figure. Height being 5’4″, vital stats 32 26 32. It was during a party at my place that me n Tarika met. Me and my sister are really close and we generally share a lot of stuff. I am 4 years elder to her and hence she considers me her. She too was wearing a lab coat, although where the man had worn slacks, she was wearing a short skirt and mid-high heels that emphasized her bare, well tanned slender legs. "Hi, Sandy," the young man smiled. It was obvious from the tone in his voice that he liked the newcomer. "Morning, Jim. The coffee ready yet?" Sandy asked as she placed her purse in a locker and spun the dial of the combination lock. "Sure thing," Jim replied smiling. He picked up the white coffee mug and. "Keep it hard for me." I go to the bedroom and undress myself. I bring my supplies. "All you have to do is play with it and your are ready to fuck, aren't you cunt?" I straddle over your hard dick, grab a my fistful of hair, pulling your head to look upward. With my other hand I put bright red lipstick on your lips. "There's my sissy-bitch. Are you ready to be my fuck toy, Slut?" You whisper "Yes, Mistress." I slap you across the face. "What?! Speak up, cunt!" You nearly shout, "Yes, Mistress"..