He couldn’t get her out of his head at times, and he found more and more that he didn’t want her to be. She was pretty, smart, and maybe a little ...ean at times but even then he knew she wasn’t a mean person. He thought of all the times he had gotten a glimpse of her eyes when she wasn’t paying attention, or her belly underneath her shirt. She never showed anything else but Ash didn’t need to ask for more. He wrapped his hand around his member and stroked up and down slowly. It didn’t feel. But that was somehow intimate, strangely private and gradual. Now, I was going to have to dance in front of a horde of lusting women, all baying for me to take off my clothes. That, I reflected to myself, was the very definition of pressure. I knew that I'd be only stripping down to a thong. Strangely, that still didn't overly help. I also knew that Rachel had one final dare after I'd stripped to the thong. It was optional she'd said, although the way she said it, I had to wonder at just how. Pam was interested in both activities. While her Master had often tied her up, it was mostly just to restrain her; Shibari was an art form.She had never really tried fire play but was curious about it. Both events were being held at the same time right near the outdoor suspension cage. Suspending someone using Shibari techniques was time-consuming, so she could easily watch and listen to the fire play narration while keeping an eye on the progress of the suspension.The fire play involved two. The entire episode in the upscale department store was entirely a setup and she was the juicy morsel caught in the spider’s web. Even his nymphomaniac daughters had been in on the plot to have her thrown into jail right before Christmas day.Heather Twatworthy was definitely “old-school” from her French undies and her nylons and garters, but she longed desperately to be taken with passion by muscular men with hard dicks. She liked men that didn’t ask permission for anything and just reached out.