Then she dropped it at Laura’s feet.Laura opened her mouth to say something but Tracey got in first.“Oh! And if you’re about to threaten to spil... all my dark secrets, just remember I know some stuff about you, too. And what you know about me is trivial compared to what I know about you.”Laura’s mouth closed with a snap and she glared at Tracey with a mixture of anger and worry.Then Tracey walked over and picked up her bag from the small pile next to the door. Briony didn’t say anything. She. Karen did what she was told. I tongued her pussy hole. She worked my anus hard, until the beautiful pain became almost too much for me. But then, with a final searing thrust, it was in! Karen was really, truly, fistfucking my ass! I was screaming out moans as my asshole clenched down on her wrist, locking it inside me."Now," I whimpered, "we're almost there. I need one more thing." Karen was shocked once again. "Fuck my cunt with your other hand!" Your CUNT?" Karen questioned. Good. She continued trailing the feather down his body, down his chin, sweeping over his Adams apple and stopping where the sweat was pooling in his collar-bone. She looked down to where his hands were still waiting, palms still up, as if in offering. She trailed the feather across his palms, first one then the other, up each finger and back down. Then she stopped, and the absence of sensation was almost as potent as the presence of it. She turned to the class and said in a husky voice,that is. "Oh, yes, this is a nice one. It's definitely worth all of that effort and expense!" She then unfastened the various bands around me and removed them so that I was finally even less dressed than she was—I wasn't wearing any shoes."Honey, I'm sorry that I don't know your name, but please remember mine. I'm Nurse Hilda Johnson, 'Hilly' to you. I've just got to get to know you better!" With that statement, Hilly placed a juicy kiss right on the end of my cock head. "Dammit, why did I call the.