.... So erotic. I sigh ... Or is it a moan ...Your bra discarded, you play lovingly with those majestic breasts, lifting them in turn to lick and suck...your delectable nipples. I take the chance between shots to rearrange myself, because my trousers are feeling too tight .... You touch your pinkness, rubbing gently, your fingers becoming instantly wet, which you move up to your lips and lick, your eyes closing as you inhale your own taste. You touch yourself again, deeper this time much to the. I put the receipt in the book and handed it to Melissa. I slid the jacket on and looked in the mirror. It was heavier than the others and I liked how it felt. I don’t know how to explain it. To my eye, the differences were minor but created a very different effect.“You like that one I can tell,” said Mr. Eckers. He was grinning.“Yeah, it looks like a sports coat I used to have when I worked as a TA in college. I had bought it from a second-hand store and patched it up.”He laughed, “There are no. Flipping through the pages to another series of photos, almost anticipating escalating pain, humiliation, seeing not just needles this set but skewers, long razor sharp prongs burrowing, crisscrossing through the deep titflesh close to her breastbone beneath the bamboo clamps contorting her swollen mounds, she again cups her own breast, reflexively squeezing, releasing, squeezing again and again her own thickening nipple between the tips of her filed fingernails as she stares at the photos of . Now came my special fetish. I went over to the table a grabbed an overfilled enema bottle...its tip gleaming with lube. I walked behind her and shoved it up her asshole. Again she whimpered behind the gag. I attached the bag to the rope holding her hands and let the water flow. Now she cried behind that gag, feeling the pressure build inside her bowels. When the bag had emptied, I pulled out the nozzel. I removed the ball gag and moved to a chair about six feet behind her. My cock had been.