It was like being strapped down in a gynecology chair that had been turned upside down. Her main support was a padded bar at her waist. Her legs and f...et were securely strapped in with her knees spread wide. Her wrists were also secured and pulled to each side. Her head was secured in a padded ring, much like you would find on a massage table, only this one adjusted to pull her head back slightly.With her ass high in the air, her whole body was held tightly in place accept for those large. She was wearing tape frock inside, not bra. During snatching the book I could touch and feel her boobs. Current started flowing on my body. I started acting as if I don’t want to show her the book, as there is some thing wrong. But I kept continuing the game of snatching. During this acting of snatching, I could manage to pump her boob’s times together and could touch various part of her body. I was getting hot. She also probably was enjoying the snatching game. At a time she lied down on her. A few minutes later Justin returned with a tin of pancake batter, and wasted no time in taking to our kitchen, ushering me there eagerly, where we both cooked and worked like we know each other forever, and in half an hour or less, we were back outside under the barbeque dining shelter, enjoying steamy hot pancakes, butter and syrup. It was a rush, I hardly had time to think, but I have to admit it was fun, i was starving, and now we just relaxed, absorbed in our boytalk, lost in each others'. As soon as Glen and Katy would leave the house, she would strip and prostrate herself for Phillipe who would take her to ever ascending heights of rapture and joy. He screwed her in every room of the house, on the floor, draped across the furniture, even on the stairway. His favorite practical joke was to either enter her with his phallus or finger while she was on the phone, and watching her try to carry on a conversation, sometimes with Glen, while experiencing a climax. Often the person on.