.Garima- ha kanak aao.. Kaisi ho? Aur is samay kaise ana hua?Kanak- mai thik hu bhabhi.. Apki tabiyet thik hai? Kuch thake hue se lag rahe ho..Garima-...nahi aisa kuch nahi hai, mai bilkul thik hu.. Tum batao, kuch kaam tha?Kanak- wo bhabhi main bazar jaa rahi thi to maine socha aapse bhi pooch leti hu agar aap chal rahi ho to..Garima – darasal main thodi saaf safai kar rahi thi aur abhi mujhe nahana bhi baaki hai.. To aisa karo abhi tum akele chale jao, apan fir kabhi sath me chale. She approached me and produced a leather cock sheath. "We won't be needing these, for now."Giving me a wink and a smile as she laced the sheath, encasing my cock and balls in a leather prison. She produced another small padlock and proceeded to lock the sheath. At the same time Master attached a spreader bar to my ankles and to my knees making me exposed to all. Master and Mistress grabbed their favorite crops and began to taunt and tease me. Slapping my butt, a couple of them caught, making me. My cock, that had been aching in my underwear for so long, was standing erect and proud. Mary watched me as I walked towards her prone body. She was still lying on her back, her large, firm breasts heaving with every breath she took. The upper slopes of her tit flesh were still stained with cum as I straddled her upper body and placed my rigid member between the warm globes. She smiled up at me and scooped her tits into her hands, pressing them around my cock as I began to furiously fuck into. “I look forward to seeing what you come up with.”“And helping me out of it later?”“Of course. Later.”“Deal. Okay, off you go then and hide the not kinky shit,” Lia grinned as I finished my tea, took a long moment to kiss her, and headed back to mine.It was a little more than thirty minutes later when I heard the knock on the door, but as soon as I opened it all was forgiven. “Rosie the Riveter?” I asked.“You got it!” Lia grinned, posing 007 style as if she were armed with a riveting gun. Lia’s.