She also had him spend hours between her legs, licking every inch of her body until she screamed with passion, and there his poor cock and balls were,...trapped in the chastity device!And she also liked giving poor Fremont ?tolerance? lessons—she’d tie him up on the bed and try out various canes, whips, floggers and paddles?and see if he was ?man? enough not to cry out.Now Fremont jumped up, because his butt was burning again from the ice. That was weird, how his skin felt burns from ice, not. Her eyes widened in alarm and she quickly stood up.She turned from me and took off her jacket. She folded it and placed it on a armchair. She was standing sideways to me. She glanced at me. I was watching her closely. Looking down she pulled her blouse from her skirt and unbuttoned it. She used both hands to open it and pull it from her shoulders. She neatly folded it and placed it on top her jacket.She was again wearing a large full cupped, shoulder strapped brassiere. I had seen those. It was an abandoned storefront with antique equipment strewn about the premise. There, Katie and I met a couple of guys about my age in the front of the store. It was once a showroom, but now there was trash spread around the floor. They led us to the back, where the warehouse used to be and we followed them into an alcove where there was a camera on a tripod and some flood lights. In the middle of the floor, there was a heavy wooden gynecologist's examining table, complete with stirrups and. A shiver ran through her body as he removed it. She felt vulnerable and exposed. With his hands on her waist, the big football player nibbled her neck some more.The virgin teen’s juices began to flow.Stephanie felt his fingers at her waistband and he began to lower her bikini bottom very, very slowly. When it was still only halfway down her ass he paused to savor the view.“Damn, baby. Wow...”Stephanie looked back at him over her shoulder and smiled. “Do you like what you see?”“Fuck yeah, I do.”.