K upar se masalne laga, she was just moaning like aaaah aaaaah amit, or karo yar, or me pet pe kiss kiye ja rha tha and then bra kholne laga usse pehl... usne mjhe khich liya or palatke mere upar aa gyi and started to remove my clothes, she removed my white shirt and blue jeans too, and wo mere underwear ko dekhke bss smile kar rhi thi or boli ki isko b khol dena chaiye na bechare andar ni aa rha h, and then she removed my underwear, and mera land apne hath me le liya right hand me, and suck. Her hands were tied in front of her with the padded leather restraints, about a foot of chain slack between them, the midpoint of that chain was looped a few times through one of the slots on a thick waist belt similar to prison attire, from there the taut chain attached to a collar around her neck. Dara(Ket) could feel another chain attached to the rear of her collar, she tried with her hands to reach it, but couldn't get them past her face. She slowly started moving away from the bed. On her. It is her escape for a few hours where she is pampered and comes back relaxed and feeling pretty. I can’t remember the last time she polished or filed or trimmed her own nails. Every other week or on-demand if we have a social event she goes to the salon. She does not get the long fake nails you see on some women. Lisa always prefers what she called a natural length. She once had the long fake nails when she was a bridesmaid. She couldn’t stand it as she could not type, use the phone, and she. The younger one was called Clementine and the older one was called Hilda.I liked Hilda the better of the two women because she was the one who tended to me and brought me back to health in a short two month’s time.Of course, the young one called Clementine was the romantic one and she was always coming over to my bed hoping I would feel well enough to give her a poke. She was so desperate for loving that she didn’t even care where I poked her, her pussy, her ass or even in her willing mouth.