?Now we begin to ramp up her stress? and moving to the bench he paused pursuing the items of torture spread across it before selecting a flat leather ...logger. ?Sergeant if you would like to demonstrate? and he held out the wide strip of stained leather. Positioning himself to the side of Suzzanne for a moment he admired her derriere, thrust out by her enforced posture, the straps of the harness emphasising the curve of her cheeks, squeezed together and bisected by a perfect cleft. He placed the. "Oh, really? And just what is that?" It's--it's my secret! Once I show the family court judge, Dad's back in here and you're in the old folks' psycho ward where you belong."Aunt Emma clucked her tongue and took the tiny Indian urn from her trip down from the mantle." I think you're too confused, Erik. You seem to forget that your father was responsible for your good mother--my sister's suicide." It was an accident--but you made it sound like Dad was responsible and that helped your framing. There was also some work out equipment in the back of the room. To the left was a giant black leather couch.We sat down on the couch and started talking, Drake popped open the beers and handed me one. I had never had a beer in my life. I said,"No thanks... I don't drink." Oh... well that's cool... I don't like it when girls are all drunk anyway," he said to my surprise.I would have never expected that from him. I thought guys loved to get girls drunk. As we talked he seemed to be getting closer. After she is done, I help her take off her shirt. I remove mine as she takes off her bra, letting her large breast fall out. She stands up, and begins to remove her pants. She's about to drop her panties, when I decide to that for her. With her panties at her ankles, I bury my face in her pussy. Christine is a little hairy than Julie, but I don't mind. Christine moans and groans as I eat her out, she pushes my head deeper into her snatch. After a while, I move from her snatch, and I instruct.