‘And this is my bedroom, there is the computer where I chat with you, and this is my bed.’ A frisson of pleasure went through Susan’s whole body...at the word ‘bed’. God the man should be fined for having such a sexy damn voice! She sat on the edge and looked up at him expectantly. ‘Nah uh baby,’ Mike said grinning, ‘There is a rule for the bed, clothes are not allowed on it.’ He wrapped his arms around her and brought her to her feet, in one smooth movement. Susan felt the breath leave her body. I am standing spread-eagle, my hands and feet fastened to the fourcorners of our four-post bed, and She is wrapping a long-length hot-pinkheavy-latex corset around my torso - rigid, unyielding, still-bonedaffair that shapes me to its form, physically and mentally. As shetightens this wonderful torture device more and more, mu body is squeezedaround my hips, waist, ribs, chest, tighter and tighter, making my headspin and my breath shallow... My waist is mercilessly compressed and drawnin, hips. So, how was it, she asked. Incredible times ten, I said. Times a hundred. Spectacular, unbelievable, delicious. The very best thing ever, I stammered. As I regained my strength, I knew exactly what I should do. I began again to massage her pussy lips, and as she closed her eyes and began to make cooing sounds, I lowered my middle finger to her clit again. A few slight rubs, and her coos became moans. Right there. Just like that, she uttered. Harder, harder I slipped my finger down to her. “You don’t believe me; let me give you a demonstration.”With that, Desiree raised her arms and a dark shadow came over. She fainted but the shadow began to form. It became a demon with red skin, horns, and wings with large breasts, a big curvy butt and a monster cock. The demon proclaimed “I am Shanta, queen of darkness!” As Jessica witnessed this, she pulled out a crucifix and chanted a prayer to get rid of the demon. But before she could finish, Shanta knocked the crucifix from her hand and.