The legs were not exempt from bondage either, and were linked together by a set of rubber ankle and thigh cuffs joined by several chains crossing path... with each other. The final touch was the pair of ballet boots the ankle cuffs were locked over, forcing the feet into a brutal en pointe; again, this said nothing about gender, only something about sore feet. I couldn't help but stare at the outfit and the poor creature wearing it, part of me wishing I was wearing an identical outfit. The. Claire's head went back again , I maneuvered around back of my wife and my dick went all the way to the bottom, Standing over her back knees bent, I started pumping into my wife, she arched her back, moaned and gave Claire the tongue lashing she deserved. . As I slowly slide my over stimulated cock in and out my wives hot wiggling soaked pussy, Claire lifts her head back up opens her eyes and looks at me railing my wife, she opens her mouth and starts to have another orgasm. Eyes glazed holding. He had always come to the clinic where Zack worked for his treatments, but for this final appointment Wes had called and asked if it could be done at his home. He had told Zack that he had a massage table like the one at the clinic. Zack really had not wanted to go out to Wes’s, but he didn’t want to turn away what could be a repeat client.So, the day finally came to head to Wes’s house and Zack was preparing to head over to Wes’s house to give him his final massage therapy treatment, but this. Saves the cow right.Her hands immediately to her damages tit, but I just stabbed at them cutting the back of one of them, before moving to the other tit. Again, in a single slice, her other nipple joined the first on the kitchen floor. By now she was screaming like a stuck pig. I guessed it was good that we didn’t have any fucking nosey neighbours.Moving to stand between her legs I brought my foot back and let go with a vicious kick, that buried half my fucking shoe in her cunt. It was probably.