Without even looking at my hands and knew that I had a firm hold on her small breasts. I could feel the fabric of her bra and the warmth of her bare s...in. I realized that in our play my hands had slipped under her blouse and I was definitely feeling up my mother. Embarrassed I quickly extricated my hands from beneath her blouse. ‘Gotcha!’ she said triumphantly as she rolled me onto my back and straddled me so that she could mercilessly tickle me. She had me helpless and laughing as she. I got a call from a woman who wanted to know if I was available for anevening. She said she wanted two or three hours. She said she likelingerie, that I should be wearing a white Merry Widow, stockings andnothing else under a raincoat. I had already bought some lingerie for"work" after my first time with the older woman, I figured with my job Ishould wear something sexy.I told my husband I was meeting one of myfriends. I didn't want him checking so I made up one. I got to her place. Awoman in. I see a paddle, a whip, and a couple of cockrings, various other items I don’t recognize.The man with the paddle slides in behind me, he brings it down hard, till my ass stings, and I start crying. He puts this to one side, and starts pulling at the flared base of the buttplug, but it remains in place. My anus closed around the tapered end tightly. I try to push my hands to the back to get rid of it, but they are taken by my husband, stretched in front of me, and I hear the handcuffs snap in. Not particularly wanting to be caught molesting his victim, the leader of the three boys next took a burlap sack from behind a near by dumpster and pulled it over Rachel’s head, she remembered screaming and yelling, as the bag restricted her breathing and caused her screams t be muffled and quiet. Yet when she felt as though she had lost her ability to fight back, and as she boys laughed and prodded her, she suddenly remembered the two restraining her, suddenly releasing their grasp on her.