I was also to watch one of the dozen videos I bought on sexualtechniques. The only pleasurable thing was rubbing my nipples with thecream and that had...me breathing quite hard and wishing I'd never heardof a chastity belt, I felt so frustrated as I watched my red paintedfingernails massaging my large sensitive nipples.Finally at bed time, I cleaned off my makeup, except the mascara whichseemed to be industrial strength, put on a facemask of some green goowhich turned white as it dried and went. I can't help my pussy getting wet at the thought of what my Master has planned for me and maybe people seeing me like this. He stands behind me and pulls up my top, taking my bra up with it. Gripping my throat to pull me back against him I can feel his cock hard in his trousers as he's pulling us together. Suddenly he is pushing me down onto the hot bonnet of the car, my nipples getting rock hard as the heat covers my chest. The feeling of my bare breasts being squeezed against the very hot. Margaret Kingsley’s words from earlier floated around my head. “Nothing is off the table,” she had said, and it appeared that nothing could be truer. All their fantasies, kinks and perversions were obtainable, and it seemed that nothing was beyond them. Walking along the building’s labyrinth of wide candlelit hallways, it soon became obvious to me that these people enjoyed exhibiting their capabilities and appetite to the full.Doors were left wide open, inviting in participants and watchers. When she moved, David reached down and slapped her cruelly, his fingers leaving long red marks on her cheek. The blow rattled her teeth. But somehow Betty managed to stay upright, straightening herself, watching her tormentor with fixed eyes. He was moving back now, bracing his legs against the front edge of the tub. Most of the coach's piss had gurgled down the drain in front of her. A dull sheen glistened from the bottom of the tub, the remnants of Jack's pissing spree.David began, directing.