I would take her purse, just to make it look like she had left the room on her own, but I would have to destroy it and all its contents.I watched her ...hest rise and fall in rhythm to her breathing. Running my hands over her smooth, flat belly, I contemplated how I was going to get her body out of the room. In my earlier days, I might have just left her there on the bed, splayed out for the maid to find. Admittedly, there was a certain perverse pleasure to be had from leaving a corpse behind,. The prisoner's ankles are then firmly cuffed to the lower pedals and the four elliptical bars arranged between the prisoner's toes.Reaching behind and easily spreading each pair of labia in turn the pre-prepared clitoral horns under the saddles are rotated upwards and rested against the prisoner's now defenseless clitoris.The girls labia are stroked, separated, pulled and clipped to the red spring loaded arms two inches from the horns tip.Next a large black inflatable catheter is roughly. It was wonderful." "Yes it was. And I would like to do it again. This time I want to be your slave forever. I would like to serve you and be used by you however you want. I want to be your slave, your slut. I want to belong to you and be owned by you. I am for you, Master." "I am for you." Those were the first words she spoke to me when I arrived in Singapore. I smiled remembering how I walked into my hotel room and found her naked and chained to the bed in my room. I remember how utterly. The men making her breasts bounce seemed to get tired and, instead of using their hands, they now moved below her and used their mouths. Their sucking action on her nipple caused them to move a little but not really bounce. “Oh, Christ, that feels good!” said the man in A2. “Suck it deep.”"At least it feels good,” thought Cindy. “Even if he won’t hold still!”Suddenly he did hold still. He finally seemed to get it as he tensed up, braced her head down and pushed his penis deep down her throat..