Grinning sadistically, he thumbed the switch and instantly, the device was alive in Asami’s pussy hole. Throbbing like a living thing, it rubbed ag...inst the urethral ?pad? in her vagina and vibrated against her clitoris. She tried to jump up off the seat, but her bonds wouldn’t permit it. He kept the device ?on? and Asami writhed and squirmed like an eel on a hook. All the while she had to push and pull the handles and pedal too.?Now comes the real fun,? he announced to her. ?If you slow. She wasn't wearing any makeup or lipstick. Not needed for this one. One last minute check to make sure her breasts were squared away in the lace and the nipples stood out properly. She pinched them for effect, winked at herself and headed back into the living room. What she saw when she entered slightly surprised her but more, it pleased her. This guy was a nylon junkie. He had both half slips she had unfolded earlier in his hands. One was on one cheek and the other was on the other. ..”Amy Lewis sat in her car smoking a cigarette and quietly crying to herself. She wiped the tears from her eyes to avoid ruining her make-up, and then took another long drag on her cigarette.“Dammit!” She thought to herself. She looked through her windshield as the junior varsity football team practice in the park. She couldn’t help but watch them practice, seeing those young teens run, laugh, and wrestle each other to the ground got her so worked up she couldn’t help it. Her addiction to. It had to be easy to pull up or down, and to get hands and other important parts into and out of easily. Emma had found a long, flowing skirt, of a soft silk blend in a pretty summer print, sheer but, not so transparent that it would be obvious that she was going commando. The top she had picked was great, perfect — it was a lacy tank that had a sheer nude lining with a little hidden support for her boobs. She loved the way it looked on her —, tight, giving definition to her firm, round.