The tall, feathered mask that hid his features was his only raiment. Streaks of drying blood ran down his thin chest and drew streaks along his skinny...thighs. I hesitated at the sight of the long black dagger in the priest's hand but was shoved toward the altar from behind. Unable to fight back, I was dragged on to the altar, strong hands pinning my wrists and ankles to the smooth, warm surface.I woke, a damp towel on my head. Struggling to sit up, I saw Andrea came into the room."Are you OK?. However, it was what she wore over her 5 foot 8 inch frame that really caught the eye: she always wore dark, conservative coloured clothes, but they would invariably be very, very tight cloths! Today she was wearing a tight navy long-sleeved top that clung like a second skin, so that the wires of her bra were clearly visible beneath. It obviously wasn’t a good bra though, because as she walked past Mike into the study, her lovely little breasts jiggled nicely. Her thin waist flared into fairly. I could tell he must be close to delivering me a tasty treat; but he pulled away. And left the room.I waited. I tried to get as comfortable as I could. Of course my arse was on fire still. I was worried about what welts would be there, and for how many days. And my jaw was sore too, from my oral ministrations to his lovely member.----------------Finally Sir returned. I was aided off the bed, and walked to another room. "You know what to do," he said, and removed my blindfold, and left the. And Lucy would not stop staring at them. As soon as he started buttoning up the front, he began to relax. The shirt was a little tight around the chest, so for the first time in his life, he had to push his boobs together to fasten the buttons between his cleavage. It felt, and looked, so good. In fact... was he starting to feel his pussy getting wet?“Oh my God, Dani, you’ve pissed yourself!” said Lucy, laughing.Dan’s quim tightened immediately. Sure enough, he could feel his knickers were.