A world in which there is pleasures beyond thinking but a world very dangerous at the same time. What if my sister wakes up? What she will do? What if...she tells to Mom and Dad? All these things were coming to my mind and a fear of all fears went through my body and I was sweating. Probably I had the worst heart beats ever in my life. I started consoling myself and came to my senses that my hand is still on my sister’s right breast. Her breast was going up and down with every breath as she was. She almost fainted from the feeling of excitement this gave her. She moaned against her gag, but it was pure excitement and ecstasy. He slowly began thrusting back and forth while holding her waist to control her body and pull her against his forward thrusts. There was nothing she could do now. She was held down on the side of the bed, tightly bound and gagged, while the stranger was essentially r****g her. She tried to imagine how she looked in such a helpless situation, and that only. Tiny curved prongs were placed either side of her fully-budded nipple. Then Eric's other hand was up close applying a sharp twisting motion and the clamp seized on her, like wicked little jaws biting her breast's sensitive blood-gorged tip. 'Aaaaaagh! Ohhhhh God...' The shock of pain channelled through her like electrical current, as though connecting her sore nipple to her groin, causing her already-wet pussy to well up with new moisture. She breathed quickly and rhythmically through her sobs,. With a ring though my baby doll lips. I first witnessed the spectacle Irene at a coffee shop I loitered at, she was a very butch older lesbian, I had seen her around the gay clubs further down bourbon we snuck into, she was easily three hundred pounds and carried every ounce like she was proud of it, her hair was black and sheared very short like a mans, wore flannel and demmin, and smoke cigars that made every one cough, I think she was somewhere between thirty five and forty. She was the.