The sounds he made and the way his fingers held me open under my panties forced a long heated whimper from me, then he pressed his mouth over the pane... between my legs. The only thing separating him from my pussy a thin strip of satin. A steady flow of warm air from his mouth made my legs stiffen, my hips thrust forward nudging at his chin, grinding at him as much as I could. "Jesus, it's like your desperate for this. Are you a desperate whore kitten?" His voice gruff which made more cream. Billie was a perfect stereotype. She looked so butch wearing slicked back hair, black denims, motorcycle boots and a black tee shirt with a pack of cigs rolled up in one sleeve. Rhonda was a dominatrix all leather and metal, standing there in heels so high she would break her ankles if she fell over. Her tiny cat o’ nine tails hardly looked ominous and only threatened to please every one standing around her. Belly dancers, hookers, tarts, and everything you would hope your friends would think. My key holder enters our bedroom carrying a glass of ice cubes. But the first thing I notice is the long necklace she adorns. It has a key on it. My key. She offers me the ice. After twenty minutes of twisting and adjusting and a wet spot on the bed from the ice, I finally have my cage on. My mistress comes over and cups my cage with her hand. CLICK. She locks my padlock. After last night I don't feel as panicky, more aroused than anything."Now, I have ordered take out from that East Indian. The stories are very nice to read and i visit this site regularly.Now i am narrating my experience when i studied in college. My friends used to play cricket in sundays. We will go to the cricket gound and play circket. We also watch live telecast when cricket matches are relayed in tv. On one sunday when playing cricket i fell down while catching a ball. There was no outside injuty but my back portion was paining like anything and i retired from the match that day.Next day when i woke up from.