?Yes, exciting, if you’re not wearing any clothes when we do it.?What’s the longest you’ve had a pair on???Well three hours with my hands in fro...t. Maybe only an hour with my hands behind.??You do have experience.??Yes.??If you’d like to come to that parking lot again tomorrow, I can give you some more experience.?There was a little pause and I thought I might have gone too fast.?Oh, I can put the cuffs on myself.??Yes, but it’s more fun when you don’t have the key, isn’t it.?A tiny pause. . . Nor painless.Gimtesh walked out of the throne room and into the corridors leading to it, her back ramrod stiff. Her servants – tongueless and meek – moved to follow her. She snapped a pair of fingers and a silvery orb flew up from behind her. She snarled to it.“Go and tell my crew. Prep the ship. And tell my arms-master...” she looked directly at the orb. “Get guns. And get nukes. Lots and lots of nukes.”The Talon-9 floated in a sea of pure blackness. No. Blackness implied a substance, a. The lighting was a bit overly dramatic, perhaps, but so much stimulation came from the visual senses.He stepped back up to her and admired her standing there, bent over the chair. He ran his hand over the still glowing cheeks of her smooth ass. If he had read about this in a story in a sex newsgroup, he wouldn't have believed it was realistic, but the fact was he was getting hard again. This was highly unusual for him. Hell, it was unusual for any male outside of erotic fiction.Taking advantage. She couldn't form words as she came, she could just simply moan and scream like a horny little nympho. She ground onto Chantal's mouth as she rode out the strongest orgasm she had ever had. Alexis lay there against the wall, her hands loosening their grip on Chantal's head. The rain had seemed to soften as she floated back down to earth. Rain drops kissing her exposed, naked, and heated skin. Chantal continued to slowly and gently lick her clit and juices, cleaning her up. She then pulled her.