Her fingers slid around inside me, first two, then three. Flexing and wiggling them around, making me need her. Making me need to be filled. I could f...el her fill me, then make me need, then making me wet. She pulled me back to look in her eyes. They were burning black, and her darkness was climbing inside me, dominating me from the inside. Then she put her wetted fingers to my lips, and whispered to me, “who’s my sexy girl? Suck.” She commanded and I swirled my tongue around her long finger.. My wholeattitude had been reshaped more than I can count in this room.My hands and ankles where cuffed into leather cuffs straddled over aleather horse. I found myself puckered up, naked, on a vault horse withmy wrists and ankles bound into thick leather cuffs with my ass andprivates propped into a very vulnerable and exposed position. I triedto cry out, but to my horror, my cries were muffled by a penis shapedgag strapped firmly into my mouth. My eyes grew wide at the realizationof my. We sat on the swings and talked for at least an hour, catching up on all the details of our busy lives. We were both buzzed, so the seriousness of our conversation quickly turned to laughter and goofing off. Laughing at one of his stupid jokes, I leaned back to far and fell off the swing flat on my back. John jumped up and came to my aid, he sarcastically called me a dumb ass and reminded me swings don't have backs. I snapped back and called him an ass-hole as he helped me off the ground, I. He did not have to lock me, though. Maybe he wanted to dominate me.While squeezing my boob, he said to me,– Fareeda, now I am gonna increase my force on your boob. Lemme know when it starts to hurt you –That was strange, but this was not the first time I was about to get hurt in this career so I let him.He took my blouse and then my bra off and put it on the bed. Then, he took both my boobs in his hands and started squeezing them, until I made the sound,– aah! –Actually, I did not make the.