She smiled as she pushed against me, lodging another 3 inches in her plump, tight ass.“Hell yeah, and why did you let out that moan?” I interrogat...d with a serious voice.“Don’t know, guess it was just a desire to get caught?” as she moaned, trying to push against me.I jammed another 3 inches in her pussy for that,she moaned in pure lust.After that is was smooth sailing (or fucking).I jammed the last 2 inches in her and she was completely filled to the point where only my balls weren’t in her. They then went to the camera shop where Jean had bought the camera. The manager said there was a new model but this one was as good. It still would be good for many years. They bought five SD cards and replaced the batteries in the camera and went back to the flat. May and Sue were ready so they left for Largs. They got there thirty minutes later. The house looked impressive. Inside was in very good condition. It had six bedrooms with three en suite and the other three could be converted. The frogman-like suits looked quite menacing, as they eerily watched over the bondage bench in the centre of the room.The sturdy wooden bench was black in colour and fitted with an array of restraining rings. It was the size and shape of a large bed, and stood some three-feet off the floor. The rubber sleep-sack, which held Dr. Harper's frustrated patient, lay centre stage, and was secured to the bench by a dozen or more leather straps.The shiny black cocoon held its hapless captive in limbo,. When she went to the closet to pick out the day's outfit. She noticed the door between the rooms was not closed all the way. OH MY GOD! she thought. Did someone watch her fuck herself into convulsions? Nervously, she tapped on the door lightly and pushed it open slowly. “Hello! Is everyone decent? There was no response. She heard the shower running. She knew it was wrong. She was curious, not to mention horny though. She tiptoed towards the bathroom. She pushed the door open slightly. She could.