Fran opened wide. (She could have sworn that Dr. Winker seemedto enjoy slipping it into her mouth.) He even had to do it a couple of times, "toget the...proper fit," he said. (Fran's stomach turned, realizing the metaphor.)But Fran didn't have long to fret that, as she suddenly felt her legs rising,as they followed along with the leg extensions that Dr. Winker's was lifting.Fran tried to lift her head, but the halo held her head in place. Her eyesstarted to well up, as she realized that she was. There were no ropes on her at all. She began to feel the pounding in her ass and the horror of her predicament sank in fully. She had been hung from her ass in a tree!She started to struggle but that only intensified the pain in her ass. Even moving her arms and legs caused unbearable pain so she tried to stay as still as possible. The pain worsened and she could feel herself fading into unconsciousness again. Derrio stepped into her view with a needle and grabbed one of her arms. He. I asked what she thought about wearing something "revealing" to George's place. "Like what?" she asked. "I don't really have anything." I suggested she borrow a shirt that a friend gave me. It was a Greek peasant shirt, very thin cotton, with a high-scoop neck, but a long, narrow slit almost to the middle of the shirt. I got it out of the dresser, and Laurie put it on. She looked at herself, turning back and forth in front of the mirror. I could see her breasts moving under the shirt and her. You felt the warmth, you felt the tantalizing heat spreading in you with each of my squirt but today you want to see the show, how it goes. I know, how bad, you want to see me cum and how much it will turn you on, how much; it shall excite you to get fucked by me. I know the need of the show, to make your pussy gear up for more fucking, your body to be always ready to be under mine and your soul to be thinking nothing but my cock, fucking your cunt, your body and soul. I know, this will make.