A large hole cut in the left hand wall of the cubicle leading into the next cubicle down. “Holy fuck!” I let out. I thought to myself “Are you k...dding? A glory hole?!” I thought about leaving but what I had forgot about was my hand was rubbing my pussy, which almost instantly after discovering the gloryhole became very wet! Ideas ran through my head and subconsciously my hand caressed my pussy and I couldn’t stop it. Suddenly I felt a single finger slip sensually into my lips. The toilet door. She allowed Francine's visits to Frederica to become more and more frequent until things were exactly as they had been before that month in the dungeon. Even the nightly whippings were greatly reduced. Frederica couldn't stand her lover having such a sore and red back. Francine was getting soft again.I say 'soft again' because even before her last spell of torture she had been losing some of that muscle tone. Her stomach was still ridged with hard muscles, but the definition was going. She was. Katherine pulled out the nearest chair as if to sit as far from Vic as possible. Vic, however moved to the chair directly next to her and held out the skillet for her to see what he had made, announcing, ‘Seafood pasta caliente- you do like sea food I hope?’ ‘Yes, I do but I’m not overly fond of spicy foods. It smells spicy.’ ‘Yes, it’s spicy,’ Vic told her. ‘But I had a feeling about you, so I made it milder than usual.’ Katherine didn’t like his easy manner as if he had always known her, or. She pressed her lips tighter and slowly starting bobbing up and down. He could see her breasts bounce in the restraints of her bra and he ached to touch them. She quickened her pace and then just as he was about to lose it, she stopped and blew a trail of cold air up his shaft. She giggled and started kissing her way up his chest and he grabbed her upper arms. He all but threw her onto her back. ‘Oh, no you don’t.’ Her breath quickened with excitement at the animalistic gleam in his eyes. He.