The other woman opened Mistress Whiplash’s bag and took out four short, broad leather straps with steel buckles attached to them. She walked over to...me, grasped hold of my left wrist and fastened one of the straps around it, buckling it up tightly. Whilst her assistant attached the straps to my wrists and ankles, Mistress Whiplash removed an enormous strap-on dildo from her bag, stepped inside the harness and pulled it up over her legs until it was fixed in position. She adjusted the straps for. Indeed it was only in such moments of post-coital bliss that he could truly achieve peace, so great was the pressure if his restless and relentless intellect. True, he could achieve some measure of peace while under the influence of cocaine but, even at its best, it could not equal the complete and utter sense of contentment and tranquillity he now felt. He felt he owed Miss Carter an immense debt of gratitude for she had proved to be the most sprightly and responsive partner. It had been some. Being the gentleman I am I let her go up the stairs first and OMG the sight of her little rounded arse with her panties bunched up the crack was exhilarating and by the time we got to the top my cock was at full strength. We entered the bedroom, “Shall I take my shirt off Uncle Dave?” she asked and I told her it was up to her, “Daddy always said it was better” she continued and that was good enough for me but OMG when she pulled her shirt off her puffy little bee stings came into view and I. ."Stacy went silent as the conveyor belt came to life and with it both girls felt the first twangs of the vibrator as the central section began to vibrate up to a point around three inches deep inside each girl. Both let out a squeal of shock at the new sensation."Fuck it's started, it's started, it's started!" shrieked Rebecca."Becky please calm down. We need to focus at this if we're going to survive this."Rebecca tried the best she could to compose herself, "I know Stace, sorry. But its so.