They had both gotten drunk, even though I asked that no alcohol be served.I am John Carmody, I am 33 now, almost 6’ tall, slightly underweight at 14... lbs. I am a very successful author of young adult stories, and ‘bodice rippers’ romance and some other kinds of novels. I use different pseudonyms for different genres of stories. My names besides my own are Gary Croswell for my young adult stories, Elizebeth Jester for my contemporary romance novels, and Becka Ballintine for my old west. Saint-Claire went over to the wall by the door. There was a large red button there with the words lock over it. As she hit the button Steve’s body suddenly went stiff. He really didn’t know what had happen but he couldn’t move his arms, his legs, his head, his back, it was as if he was completely stuck.?Sorry about that Steve. The chair is designed to hold someone in place when we run an electric currently through the paste that was on the chair. You see, the measurements can be quite. Every now and then I would get a glimpse of the dark blotches of her nipples showing through the wet fabric as the gushing water sloshed around them. Her equally massive stomach was under the water and out of sight, so all good there.As we chatted, I though in for a penny; in for a pound, so I thought I’d take a chance and started to rub her pussy through the fabric of her G-string with my right big toe. She looked me right in the eye, smiled and started to thrust back against me, before. “Thwackkk!Two more strides and the pace increased.Jounce-jounce... jounce-jounce...Jounce-jounce... jounce-jounce...Jounce-jounce... jounce-jounce...So far so good. But I was about to put Miss Snooty to the test.„Canter!“ I said.Two strides... and at once the pace increased yet again.Yet not smoothly enough for my liking.Thwack... thwack!„Steady!“ I cried.Carlotta went past us easily on the inside. She was going almost twice the pace but was very well-balanced. Admittedly,Dusky Damsel was.