The thought that I make you wet. Now, dont move. He disappeared for a few seconds into his closet and came back with a few of his classy business ties...draped over his arm. Keep still, he ordered, and she obeyed. He tied her arms above her head, attaching the tie to the bed frame. He spread her legs open as wide as they could go, her knees bent towards her body, and tied both ankles to the same frame her hands were tied to. She was laying there, splayed open for his enjoyment. She heard him. ”“ ... you want me to do something about it?”“Yes,” they both said in unison.“Pray tell, what am I supposed to do about my own sire?”Both the scary Gangrel and the shy Mehket looked down, then at each other, and then down again. It was obvious they’d been talking to each other before this. They even shuffled their feet from side to side.Then Natasha looked up at him, and her eyes hardened. “Kill him.”~~Jack~~It was the same damn music. Mindlessly repetitive and deep enough to give a headache. "I'm here to imform you that I will no longer be tolerating unruly juveniles, hormonal disrespectful teens, horny exhibitionists, and anyone else who thinks they can just get away with a crime just because they think it's a minor one or because they're horny," said the president at the live press meeting. "So as a result I've designed a new punishment program to serve as a deterent that authorities can decide to put people and parents can put their kids in too."Everyone waited eagerly to hear. My fingers touched her bare labia. I pressed a fingertip experimentally and found she was really wet. The slipperiness of youth. She spread her legs, unveiling her pussy. “That’s so nice, Mrs. Shepherd.” She seemed to be whispering almost to herself. “Rub me right there. Please.” I slid alongside her on the bed, so she could lie on her back. Leaning on an elbow, our legs touching, I watched my fingers skim along her skin. I pressed three of them against her clitty and drew small circles. Except.