“Take your sweater off…” She nodded. Mr Bergman and/or the pheromones must behind this. She took her turtle-neck-sweater off. “also…the bra... John?” “yes..” He was trying to sound though, but it was not easy. Amelie put her clothes on another dusty box, waiting for instructions. “This will…complicate things…if some-one comes down here… They both knew that no-one would. it took him some time to take her other wrist. Then he ties her hands, behind her back. “Will I also need to spa..” “NO,” she. “You need to let loose. You’re not wearing that!” she said.Missy then went to my closet and pulled out one of my shortest skirts. It was one that I hadn’t worn in a while.“Put this on”, she stated in a tone that told me I shouldn’t disagree with her.After I put on the skirt, she looked at me, and then deemed me ready to go out.We met up with Tammy at a dance club. We got our drinks and after chatting for a while, my friends said it was time to dance.I wasn’t quite ready, but they grabbed the. At this point she was pushing downward pressure on my shoulders and I was desperately trying not to move so that the stack wouldnt fall, but of course this is ultimately impossible. She was completely fucking with me, amused, but she really kept her cool. She didn't kick and create a jolt that would instantly cause me to pull the belt from the motion and knock over the stack. Instead she slowly pushed more force, building up the pressure until I could not hold it in place any longer.And the. “It’s always better for me to have a dry end in my pussy, the feelings are so much more intense!” and with a shudder, inserted the dildo back into her cunt. Fastening the straps, the Mistress wiggled her hips and laughed at the sight of the bulbous end of the dildo in front of her jiggling up and down. “Oooh, that feels good!” she sighed tremulously, “Now, young lady, kneel on the edge of the bed.” The young woman moved swiftly to obey, with a look of concern on her face. “I’ve heard you’re a.