“Put two fingers in your hole.” I follow his directions and feel my fingers bathed in wetness. I’m getting close. “Now taste yourself…”...Gingerly I lick my fingers. I’m sweet and salty at the same time.He reaches up and pulls on the chain again. The pain combined with the feeling of rubbing myself turns me on even more and I begin pumping my fingers in and out of my wet hole as quickly as I can. Instinctively my palm rubs against my clit. “Tell me you’re a slut.” He says. I say nothing. . Her dark eyes watched my expressions as flutters of sexual pleasure made my breathing skip and jump. Her hands settled on my hips, pulling on my body to vary the pressure of our bodies rubbing together. I was so turned on by how into it she was."How is that?" she asked me. It was her idea and I wasn't sure at first. I could tell it was important to her that I liked it. But, I wasn't really clear why. It felt like maybe she was more into me romantically than I was her, even though she said she. .. What’s your name?”She said, “I thought you would never ask, Cynthia is my name but you can call me Cindy.”I continued explaining to George, “We can’t move Cindy without cutting the landing skid that’s sticking through her leg because she will bleed to death. So I’m going to shoot through the landing skid beneath her leg while we have a couple of Marines hold each end of it to minimize the shock to Cindy’s leg.”George volunteered, “Banzai, I will take the lower part, he ordered, “Someone get. It was a clinging slap; my hand remained on the beautiful buttock where it inflicted the pain. Her body stiffened as the pain hit home, but started to relax as my right hand started caressing the red, pain inflicted area. I sensed her submission and proceeded to remove her throng in a slow, deliberate way. Pulling it all the way down to her ankles whilst running my lips down the rear of her left leg. This gave me my first view of that delicious pussy, unshaved with strawberry blond hairs, the.