“What are you doing, bitch?” asked Pierre. He was a young, well-built man, blond-haired and blue eyed, and his biceps tensed as he flexed a long c...ne. Marie-Claude had crawled over to one of the benches and, as he spoke, she turned to hold out the set of shackles she found there.“L'esprit est prompt, mais la chair est faible” she said softly as they gathered around her. Hands reached from all sides to fasten her wrists and ankles to the table, spreading her burning arse for more punishment. “I. Flicking my tongue-ring on your shaft as im moving my mouth back and forth on your hard cock. I look up at you as your looking down at me, I can see your wanting me in your eyes.. You reach for my arms and pull me up to you, You begin kissing and nibbling on my neck, and you whisper in my ear, telling me you want me. You lay me back onto my bed, and you just lean over me, staring into my eyes. Im running my fingers up and down your chest. You lean over and kiss me so passionately. And I feel. I bent over the counter. I felt her fingers around the edge of the buttplug. "I'm going to pull it out a bit," she said.I felt some stretching, and then a little pain, and then an incredibleopenness of my ass."How do you feel?" Yasmin asked."Like I'm missing something back there," I said."If you'd like, I'll put it back in?" she asked"Is it safe to have it in all day?" I asked"It is. When you have to poop, it'll be a bit messier, but you can leaveit in all day without a problem. I do," she. And this was a one-way ticket to get to that. The way that everyone looked at it and the way even I looked at it just made it… well… To put it bluntly, it just made it fucking hot. So after I had just finished next week Thursday’s Math homework, I threw my folder down on the couch seat beside me and marched upstairs. After walking through the halls, I shoved her door open, just to see her on her laptop, listening to music. She looked over to him as he pulled open the door, pulled her earphones.