“My little slut. Mmm, I love fucking you with the strap-on, pounding you from behind. Your ass jiggles every time I bury in you.”My head leaned ba...k. So much sensations rippled through me. I drank them all in, pain and pleasure, letting them carry me through a world of rapture. Her fingers moved higher, sweeping over the rope bound about my waist and nearing my tortured tits.She grasped two of the clothes pegs pinching my breasts. And yanked.My pussy clenched on the thrusting dildo. Pain flared. "I can remember when this boy was ten, sitting in my kitchen, with ice cream smeared all over his face," Debbie thought to herself as she stared at his swollen sex organ. Debbie's attention turned to her daughter. Her body was writhing with pleasure, as Jeremy's tongue fondled her. "Should I be watching this?" She thought, but she couldn't tear herself away. Debbie took a step from the door to make sure she wasn't seen, and undid a button on her blouse. A few beads of sweat had formed on her. ? It foundits way into her throat.? At first shewanted to panic thinking she wouldn?t be able to breathe.? Somehow, though, she had no troublebreathing.? Again, she would later findout that in the Vegan anatomy, air from the lungs is exhaled through openingsin the tongue and so she was receiving air even though the secretary?s tonguefilled her mouth and throat. Atthis point, the secretary released his embrace of her and went back to playingwith her tits.? He was now pinching andpulling her. I had been naked but for a pair of her warm panties, I liked that!She wore frilly one's for me, then when I had undressed, she would make me take her panties off, real slow as well, making me touch them with every inch they went until they slipped off her legs and onto mine!She made me smell them too, deep in the crutch, then she would tell me to slip them on and fondle myself!I didn't need telling twice!The basement was kitted out for bondage, camera's too, there was a cage on the floor, big.