I moved to the other side of the window - trying to get a better view as I stood naked in my kitchen, trying to see more of what I knew had to be goin... on. I felt kind of nasty watching but told myself "what the hell, if they want to put on a show..."Then I realized why the music was so loud. She was all but screaming as he pounded his cock into her, so loud the stereo couldn't quite cover it up. I found myself debating the wisdom of covering the sounds of loud sex with louder music, and I. She said there was to be no gag, but she said she would scream she knew she would, her final wish was that after the needles were in place we were to add weights to them and leave her for a while perhaps an hour hanging in near darkness alone regardless of anything else. I protested saying it was just too much, but she kissed me and said she had been fantasising about this for some time, and it was her birthday, it was what she wanted, and we were to promise to carry it out to the letter. "You have a full bath ... tub..." I'd rather we had a standing shower," she said. "But it's nice having the privacy." It definitely tops the gang showers at my dorm."Sharon picked up an elastic hair tie from the vanity. She gathered her straight, brown hair into a ponytail and secured it. "I wear my hair down to hide these," she said as she pointed to her hearing aid. "People see them and they start shouting. That doesn't help." She adjusted her hair. "This keeps it out of the way for bed." I. One small hand rested on his chest, and the other slipped under the waist of his pants, searching. She was lit by the silvery light of the full moon. Her eyes were wide, staring down at him. Her breathing was coming quick and shallow, her ample bosom heaving. The Gnari girl looked unsettled and there was a desperate air about her. “Sil?” Rael asked softly, watching her. Her slender fingers wrapped around his cock, and a shudder ran through her. “The Stirring, Master,” Silmaria panted quietly..