"Hurry, take this package and go to the bedroom".. I immediately took the package and went behind the bedroom door..I open the bag.. A note in the bag...said, "put these on, let's go and don't let public opinions dictate what you can or can't do".. I listen, to make sure my aunt was still in the kitchen..I changed into the panties.. At the piercing studio, everything was explained to us by a woman who took my driver's license identification.. After those formalities, i chose chrome bar bells... Massive amounts of turgid shemale meat were slowly stroked and fondled, as they stared at Toppsy and Lulu. Each amazon's cock was now as thick around as Toppsy's forearm and veins like tiny ropes on their shafts bulged and pulsed with their heartbeats. "I've got good news and bad news for you two today," said Tiffany. "The good news is that none of these four girls will be fucking you today. But as you can obviously tell just by looking at their cocks and balls, they're really gonna put you. Married women don’t do that as they already have someone waiting for them at home. Another plus is that they make no demands, they are always willing to put out and they don’t complain about it later. Finally, there is no sneaking around, the husbands are all aware and even approve. Besides, it seems like it is always fresh and fun. No, I don’t need a gold digging woman when these married girls are so willing to satisfy my needs for companionship, romance and sex.’ Devon looked at me like he. She put her wrists out, still looking down. I tied the cord around one wrist, knotted it, then tied the other wrist to it. That’s the best way to tie slave’s hands. My breath was heavy now. The combination of eroticism, the power rush, the expectation of what was to come, the feeling of my erection fighting against my clothes, had all combined into one great rush. Under the swing frame, there were to hard plastic milk crates. They were dark in the night light. I instructed her to stand on.