..About a week after my first caning of Ann’s sister, Emma, I was sitting at home alone one evening when I received an email from her. This in itsel... wasn’t unusual as she often sent us stuff she thought we’d like. More often than not it was discount vouchers for Ann’s favourite shops. This time, however, the email was just addressed to me and contained a simple message, “I thought you might be missing this…” and a URL to an anonymous file sharing server.My curiosity was piqued and I downloaded. Mumbling an unheard apology to the two smiling men she was now blocking from getting off the escalator, Erica shuffled to the side and began to experimentally bend her knees. Erica quickly realised her latest predicament. As long as she kept her legs relatively straight, the stockings didn’t put up much of a fight. That was fine, although mildly disconcerting, while in a normal walking gait. However the moment she tried to bend them further, into for example a normal running gait, the stocking. Just lay back and relax..?She takes one of the bags, attached to it is a hose and an applicatortip. The tip looks like a small elongated football. Hanging the bag onan upper hook, she kneels down, places the tip at Marci?s pussy, opensthe valve. Water starts to flow from several holes at the end of theapplicator. She starts to insert it, the warm fluid lubricates as itadvances. Once fully inserted, the base acts as a plug, momentarilyretaining the fluid in Marci. As it enters Marci?s pussy,. Her blouse was wide open and her jacket was in her car so her breasts were displayed for any number of watchers across the way to see, glistening with wetness. She closed and locked the door, convinced that she had created a following of eager watchers with her frequent masturbation episodes, having never remembered to close the drapes to her room. She led him to her bedroom. He smiled at the bed, wide and covered with a thin black satin coversheet. She walked to the window side and took a.