“... and once the timer starts nothing can stop it... not me... not you... and definitely not slave cutie-pie.”I doubted that was true. I was sure...that a simple push of a button on the remote would shut down the machine, but Master Walter was making it clear to everyone– especially slave cutie-pie– that her safeword would be ignored for the next ten minutes.“So that you don’t accidentally fall off the machine,” Master Walter said firmly, “we’ll need a safety support.”A cable now descended from. It was not easy to peel her bikini bottoms off so I used scissors to cut them off but her bra had detachable shoulder straps so that came off easily enough and then just fuzz of pubic hair and under arm hair spoiled the illusion!I remembered CSM Brough took a surprisingly short time to remove Azula's dark fuzz of pubic hair with a razor sharp bayonet but I decided on my electric shaver.She squirmed and shook her head but it didn't take long and soon she was as clean and fresh as a baby down. . my dick would fit into my wife now... if she didn't bleed to death first! Pam saw that I was as white as a sheet from fear.Suddenly there were copious amounts of blood and clots running down her fanny cleft onto the hotel towel under her well-developed, sexy ass.Pam figured what was "wrong" before I did. The wedding had been planned to be about two weeks before the onset of her menses. Unfortunately, the best laid plans of men and women to lay each other oft go awry! She didn't want anything. Running her hands over them. Gently pulling my nipples and then working her way lower. Her hands run in a circle over my stomach slowly going lower and lower toward my pussy which is dying for her touch. She turns my head giving her mouth better access to my neck as she starts to kiss my neck. Her fingers start rubbing my clit as she then starts sucking on my neck. I start to moan as she whispers, “You like that don’t you Annie?” “Oh yes, don’t stop.” I tell her as my breathing becomes.