Oh God, it was not a question of being full, but of having been submitted to her will, to her strapon, to her eyes.She combined all with twirling moti...ns when she filled me up. I just couldn't resist her, I was perfectly bound at my hands and feet, gagged, just watching my own transformation to a lesbian sex slave with no will of my own. She leaned over my entire body as she moved the harness like a piston with just her hips.She murmured icily cold: "Karla, in a few minutes you will be changed,. She greeted me with a hug.Shilpa was quite nervous to break the ice. So, I waited for a while. We spoke and had a casual conversation. I got up to go to the washroom. I got done and I came out. As I was coming out, Shilpa was still sitting on the chair facing her back towards me.I sneakily walk towards her. I covered her eyes with my fingers. She was stunned but she didn’t resist. So, I began to kiss her neck. I began to feel her big melons (gently). I bit her ear. Then, I squeezed the Gujarati. The living room lights were on. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. But a very obvious moan fluttered out from the direction of the bedroom. I knew the moan instantly. It was Dawn; and she was sexually aroused.What the fuck was going on?Walking slowly, I headed across the living room and over to the bedroom. And once I saw inside, I came to a dead stop in utter shock. Dawn was kneeling on the bed, face down on the mattress with her hands reaching back to spread her own asscheeks wide. I could. "You may deposit your discharge over my face John, -- it is well known that the juice of a man is most beneficial to a ladies complexion."It is true that I had admired her smooth flawless complexion, never giving a thought as to how it was obtained, or maintained. Her hand stroked the shaft, and her lips lightly captured the business end of my plunger. She could tell, by the engorgement of said business end, that I was on the brink of firing, and as I did she took me from her lips and I loosed.