One word of caution to prospective sex offenders: ifyou're forced into counseling keep these thoughts to yourself or you're certainto be diagnosed as ... sexual sadist. Returning to the basement I decided it was time to secure the bitch for thenight and I moved her to my special bondage chair which is bolted into thefloor. It is one of those wood high backed, triangular seats with no elbows.The chair has three legs conforming to the seat triangle and I used leathercuffs to attach her ankles to. The massive tool had grown to more than 7 inches but Katie was fitting it all in, she was gagging, but looked like she was loving it. Finally he pulled it out and gasped "I'm gonna cum" the ropes landed all over her face. There was so much that she had to wipe it off, she started licking it from her fingers, and rubbing his dick on her face and then cleaning it with her tongue.Then I started cumming, the majority of it landed on my stomach. I scooped it up and started tasting it and then went. Her body shivered slightly as the cold early- morning air washed over her. Twisting her body, Connie reached for the open vial sitting on her nightstand. 'Remarkable, really,' she thought absently, 'I would have thought that my hand should at least shake a bit.' Connie took this steadiness as a sign of her body's acquiescence to the decision made by her brain. She shook the pills out into her palm and silently counted them. It had taken an amazing amount of willpower to stockpile this bottle.. “I can understand that. I mean, if a girl strips in front of a group of guys, she must be up for it. But sometimes something happens, then the girl starts crying rape, or gang rape. It’s not right.” The blokes began to nod their heads wisely; it was obvious they didn’t agree with the crap she was talking, but it was equally obvious they liked the effect of what she was saying. Helen took another swig; she was slowly getting drunk. She could feel the warmth of desire spreading up her body from.