Isliye me socha ki agar e mereliye itna kar sakta he, me bhi uske khusi keliye kuch karu. Jo admi bipada me sahara detahai, usko bhi ekbar khus karne ...e koi pap nahin. Bikek bola ki bhabiji chay bahut bdhiya baneyi he. Me muskarate hue uska samne sofa par baithi. Me ek red colour ki sari aur ek Sleeveless blouse pehenithi. Janbujhke me meri position eisi badli jeise o meri breast ki kuch portion dekh payega. Meri dudh ki side view se o pagal jeise hogayatha. Bitch bitch me meri armpit hair. I emerged from theshower ten minutes later, still bound and in my heels.Brittany was waiting for me in the bedroom, with my airplane attire inher hand. She undid the handcuffs, freeing my hands for the first timein hours. With that, I was handed a short, white spring dress, whichwas off the shoulder and had a plunging neckline that showed off somecleavage. It was very sexy, yet still respectable. As I put it on, Irealized that it was cut to hold my tits up like a shelf, and thehemline fell only. ”Peter drew a deep breath and shifted in his seat to adjust his swelling cock in the confines of the metal cage.Brie grinned at her husband and asked him, “Do you want to cum tonight, dear?”Peter blushed and nodded.Brie shook her head and blew Peter a kiss. “Maybe tomorrow, dear.” She turned to me and said, “He wants to watch you work on me. I want my breasts tied, and have you do what you do best, create art on my flesh. If it’s true that an artist suffers for his art, I am willing to suffer. I looked up to see tears running from the corners of her eyes. Concerned that I might stop, by the look on my face, she panted “Keep going”.Well I reasoned, if this horny little teen temptress wants fucking, then I was going to give her the fucking of her life, (In the lust filled mood I was now in, I was going to give her the fucking of her life, the first fucking of her short life!).I ploughed into her, she was so tight and her pussy so hot, I was sure I was tearing her apart but I was.