It was the rules Sandy whispered to me as she took me over and registered me with the girl on duty. Male hands were forbidden here! The girl official ...ook a card from Sandy and scanned the QR code on it. All my details popped up on her screen, and I mean all! Not just my measurements, but also those measurements, and what looked like a list of the dates of my most recent wanks too. I didn't even know that Sandy had compiled that data. Actually, I didn't even know it was worse than that. I was. The leather itself felt so good. I knew it wouldn’t be enough to get me off, but I rolled my head back and forth against the wall, pumping the mitten up against my clit, just teasing myself more, unable to think clearly about anything else. At my own disposable, without Elliot around, I leisurely spread out on the floor, pressing my nipples against the cold, hardwood floor until they got hard, petting myself with the leather, trying to unclench my fists, trying to remove the restraints with my. “Kneel down sis . . . (fighting with her top) I can’t get this off,” she said. Katie felt her nipples begin to get very stiff as the cool air conditioning did its job, as she knelt down. She was now at eye level with the boy’s COCK and as her sister pulled her top off her . . . firm titties swayed slightly in front of him.“Reach around Joy and pinch her nipples for me. I love watching buds being pulled,” he said, eagerly wanking on his rod even more as he inspected her naked chest. The girl’s. She pointed the cock right at her mouth and opened her mouth wide. I shot. That was the best orgasm of my life ever.I kept on shooting, rope after rope after rope of thick milky semen. She kept taking it into her mouth spurt after spurt. She seemed to have gone wild. I suddenly grabbed her hair and dragged her face down to my face. I cupped her lips with mine.Her mouth still contained a lot of my semen, which she let drip into my mouth. I rolled it around in my tongue and pushed it back into.