The sensation made her lose her balance, only the chains held her up. ‘What a dirty one you are.’ A voice said as fingers ran over her sparse pub...ic hair.’You want me to finger fuck you, don’t you?’ The man said as he ran two fingers over her slit, stopping to part her now moistened lips. ‘So you do like it, your cunt’s juices are dripping down my fingers.’ Tears ran down her face, she sobbed uncontrollably, muttering something he couldn’t understand. ‘Don’t worry, you will enjoy this.’ His. I didn't know what I was going to do about it, my hot wet pussy was overriding what I knew to be the wrong way of thinking. One minute I had the hots for him and didn't want stop what I was experiencing and the next I was frightened of trying anything.The trip home was quiet and uneventful, my thoughts however were overruling the fact that I had been dancing the night away with my son. I knew that what I'd felt as I danced with my son was exciting but it was also wrong. After we arrived home, I. She might as well have not been wearing the trench coat, because in her mind, each and every person that looked her direction could see her aroused nipples jutting forward; could see her wrists locked behind her; could smell her dripping wet sex; could tell that her own panties were preventing her from speaking; could make out the bottom end of the plug lodged deep inside her asshole.Penny was quivering, both internally and externally as she walked through the office. She was also desperately. He grabbed it with both hands and held it in front of Sis. She looked really scared but overcame her fear and bent down and kissed it right on the head. She took its head into her mouth but after a minute or two it must have bitten her because she jumped back with a surprised look on her face.Her boyfriend knew how to prevent that; he reached in his pocket and found a muzzle that he put on the eel. Sis had a real dreamy look on her face as her knees went weak and she fell back on the sofa. .