I grit my teeth and focus on the thought of reversing into your body. Grinding against your turgid prick in my clothes, your pre-come depositing silve... streaks upon their surface. The wetness pooling in my knickers from my own raging hormones. The lap dance from heaven culminating in the fuck of our lives. I consider how I should allow you to take me. Free, so you can punish me for the torture, or on the chair, still restrained? Each has considerable merit. In the latter case I'd have to maul. Her body describing a smooth arc to the sheet that obscures her bottom half, just revealing a hint of her pert, round, peach of a backside. I extend my right hand to reveal a little more, fingers hooking under the sheet to slide it a few inches down her hip. She speaks. “Are you checking out my bum?” “Of course I am,” I croak back to her. “I made some tea for you, it’s on the side. I’m just finishing something.” I turn to my left and see one of the Seven Dwarves smiling back at me on. The following ratchet sound told him that she had just tightened a hand cuff around his wrist. ?Hey!? Mitch yelled. His freeze finally broke, but it was too late. The surprisingly strong Reina Morimoto had already locked his other wrist in the set of cuffs, and Mitch stood with his arms behind his back. She put a hand against his chest and shoved lightly, sending him stumbling back into the thick leather chair. ?What the hell do you think you’re doing?? Reina didn’t answer. She. Lisa was sore but not nearly as much as I would have thought. She walked a little bit bull legged, but nothing too bad. Apparently she wasn't broken after all.We just hung out at the house the rest of the day. It was business as usual. Lisa didn't even bring up the night before, except to thank me for a nice getaway. There was no mention of giant black cocks or anything else. I am not sure what I expected but it seemed like it truly was no big deal to her.We got ready for church the next.