“Work my dick with your mouth and use your hand on my balls,” he advises her. “You mean like this?” she asks, taking the stud’s nut pouch in...her hand and starting to massage it with her fingers, eagerly seeking to win his approval. “Yeah, that’s good! You should always work the balls,” he replies, as she takes his dick in her mouth again. “Yeah, keep going…” he murmurs, letting out a little groan as Allison begins sliding her mouth down his petrified shaft. She steadily takes more and more of. Irene wasn’t completely happy with this outcome and tried to hold him on top, but without success. He was out and done for the moment. Somehow she was on top of the boy and started to kiss him and caress his dick with her hands. She liked this feeling, though his dick was limp now, it had something magic for her.The boy enjoyed it too and of course it was a high for his ego to watch this little bitch (what he probably thought, but never named her) to be so in need for his dick. After a short. The room revealed itself as another cream walled cavity, without windows, a St Andrews cross in black contrasted boldly, chains hung down one wall and a rack of whips, manacles, cuffs and the like was open on the other to her left, an identical lift dangled above them as a centrepiece, spotlights picked out each item in the place, the pillory she remembered well, and there was a leather topped whipping stool,, a rack, and a strange triangular bar, between two uprights, that she had no idea what. Kim watched in amazement as three steaming hot, thick white ropy spurts of goo jetted out of her brother’s cock, arching up and spattering onto Liz’s chest, coating her “b” cup breasts. Liz giggled when he was done, looking back up at him. “You made a mess on me.” she accused, laughingly. “I have a few minutes left, and it‘s still hard.” he shot back. “I could get you messier still.” “That wasn’t the dare.” Liz said primly, closing her robe. “You’re just going to have to wait until it’s your.