I maneuvered her over to the couch. I had her sit down and then I sunk down to my knees on the floor. I ran my hands up her thighs and then under the ...em of her dress. I kept going until I found the strings on her panties. I grasped both sides and then slowly pulled them down her legs. She raised her butt up a little to make it easier for me. As I moved them down and over her shoes, her legs seemed to part on their own. I gently reached out and took the fabric in my hands and lifted it up,. Whew! she said as she headed for the door, I hope I get some more. And she headed out and down the hall. What would you do in this situation? The same thing as me, right? I grabbed the next box and tore the wrapping off. Inside this one was a dark blue remote controller identical to Erins in every way except color. I switched it on and waited. Again I could hear someone coming up the stairs and then down the hall. Shiori entered the room next and followed in the same footsteps as Erin. She. It was very difficult to put in to words the sensation of confinement that device gave her. Of course, now it was annoying because she was starting to pant, and the strap under her chin kept her teeth tightly clamped around the prod. Where had John learned his technique? Most men tend to spread their attention around, playing a little bit with one breast, then perhaps nibbling an ear, then moving on to another area, without leaving any one of them completely satisfied. John was still kissing. She shoved down his jeans and boxers, his rock hard cock popped into view. Grabbing him by the torn remnants of his shirt she pulled him into, as he grabbed her leg and shoved it up onto the consul, exposing her bare slit. Her was inches from her face and she seized hold of his member. “Hey now,” he said, “You think you just get to use me however you want your highness? Like I’m some sex toy?” She smirked, “Toys don’t talk. Now fuck me.” “As you wish Princess.” He thrust forward, his member.