He continued “drying” his dong with gentle strokes for a bit longer than was necessary, as he obviously knew he had an audience.I glanced over to ...he other couples, and – sure enough – the woman on my left was now stroking her husband’s cock, as she fingered herself, never taking her eyes off the big black cock dangling on the other side of the pool from where she sat. Her husband continued reading, but seemed to be enjoying the attention she was giving his prick, occasionally moaning and. “Yes…” penny managed to whimper. Her voice shook with excitement and the tiniest bit of fear. Her body felt electric. This man had her completely exposed to him, he could do anything he wanted if he so choosed but she trusted him. Knew he would never really hurt her. He pulled sharply on her hair again and penny screamed.“Yes what penny?” he growled“Y-yes master” his grip loosened and he slowly caressed her smooth waves of hair admiring the way they cascaded down the curve of her spine. He. I wrap the rope around and under her breasts, twice. I pull the running ends through the bight again and wrap the rope twice around, across the top of her breasts, in the opposite direction. Keeping the rope tight I turn her to face me and adjust the rope, lifting it snug under her perky breasts. She moans. I pull the rope around the top of her breasts lower. This causes her breasts to swell outwards more and the tie to be tighter. There will be lovely rope marks on her breasts when I untie. " Sir, this is all my fault..." Lieutenant Richardson said as the girl hesitated and looked around again."I think not, Lieutenant," the Prime replied with a grin he just couldn't quite conquer. "Sometimes things can't be prevented. I can see nothing that you did wrong. I've never heard of a nerve tranq dart not working properly. Perhaps the young lady has a metabolism that is a bit different, or the dart wasn't manufactured properly. Whatever. It appears that she's intelligent enough to fake.