"Tongue-time, Muffin," she said.* * *Tht night, we ended up at a party. Not just any party. A sissy party.I don't know where Molly had found it, but I...ll give her this. She wasdoing her research.There were sissies everywhere. Pink dresses. White dresses. SleepingBeauty dresses. They minced and pranced and sashayed and simpered. Therewas not a rigid wrist in the room.The Mistresses sat in a semi-circle on the leather couch sectional. Theywere dressed as if in a coven, dark and black and. He moves slowly at first, sliding in and out with ease. You buck back against him, and soon he’s thrusting with intensity. You moan as he buries himself inside you, holding his body tightly against yours.You dig your fingernails into his back, drawing a long red line down his flesh. He begins to pump into you with reckless abandon, and it's not long before your moaning is interrupted by your cries of ecstasy.He grabs your arms, latching onto your wrists and thrusting with all his force. When he. By the way, I can’t wait to rip that ass open.” Tears were running down her face by this time. “Has anyone fucked that ass yet?” Heather laid there crying. “I suggest you answer my questions slut. Has anyone fucked you in the ass?” Heather shook her head yes. “Hubby?” She shook her head no. “No? Really? Boyfriend?” There was a nod of yes. “Here is the deal whore. I am going to fuck you. I am going to take that gag out and you can yell all you want. We are miles from people so no. When the doors opened to the building Jess went and put on her usual short skirt. Without a bra her tits bounced every time she moved and her job meant she was always on the go, as were we all. At lunch I went out to pick up a few things , rope an electric cord, then to the adult store for some handcuffs, gags, a riding crop and some clamps, although I had some heavier clamps at home and I would get them if the strike went for another week. Back at the office I had a quick lunch. Gail sat down.