“come and sit here” I was gently lowered into the fuck chair. It was a sort of cradle, my legs were strapped into padded supports securing my uppe... thighs, these were loosely attached to a firm cradle which supported me under my shoulders and across my back, my wrists were then attached to more padded restraints which were connected by ropes to the supports on my legs.If I pulled my arms down my hips thrust forwards, It felt great, My gown had fallen open presenting my glistening pussy to the. .someone who I went to school with and was in the class below me. I don't know if he recognized me and I didn't think it would be right to approach him, as he was with an older man who was staying close to him and seemed very possessive. We were all partaking of the cocktails and I felt at ease standing naked in front of these strangers. When the designated hour came, our priest summoned us into the churches temple. It was the same room that he had showed me earlier that week. I was the last to. Just when she was reaching climax then left her. She relaxed, confused and upset only to be surprised when the two fingers entered her again. The fingers did the same thing over and over, bringing her to the beginning of climax, then halting it in its place. Every time though, it took a shorter amount of time to get to the same ending. By the time the car stopped she was exhausted and shaking. The car doors opened, cold air being let in. her nipples hardened in the cold air and goose bumps rose. It all started on my last visit to my grandpa’s house the house is a old thatched one with so manyRooms it was ones a house of joined family me is the last decent of that tantric bloods it was my child hood hobby to explore the old pam scripts and explore the tantric ally locked rooms suppose to be keeping mantes and sculptures of powerful yekshines and goddesses since on my this visit I decided to practice some mantras that are written in de scripts on trying to read it before I got so much.