His finger slips inside. My cock twitches. A groan escapes my lips, and passes directly into Tyler's warm mouth. His finger slips in deeper. One knu...kle...two...until it is all the way inside. He curls his finger up towards my prostate. He can't quite reach it, but the sensations are breathtaking nonetheless. He begins to move his finger in and out, keeping it curled the whole time. I'm being fingered on the dance floor. And it feels so fucking good. With his other hand, he grabs the base. “Mmmm….delicious. This sauce is divine. My compliments to the chef.”“Thank you,” Philip told her, and he happily fed my bound wife some more. As he brought more spaghetti to her lips, the food suddenly fell off the fork, first landing on her chest then splattering onto her lap, leaving behind a saucy red mess on her tanned skin.“Oh, I’m sorry!” Philip quickly apologized, reaching for a napkin. But he looked at the spaghetti sauce adorning Amanda’s right breast and tummy, and her thighs, and. Aaron held her left arm to steady her as Luisa carefully stepped up with her left leg, and then brought her immobilized right leg up and set her foot down. The heavier gravity didn’t help matters, and she’d have to sit down very soon.“Given human nature, I don’t really expect this happy state of affairs to last indefinitely. My parents were First Colonists, and they didn’t encourage any of us to turn to a life of crime.” Aaron looked up as the door opened. “Good evening, Madame President.”“Oh,. Slowly Sandy reached a hand down exploring gently between her legs and the source of the pain. What the teenager found there was a damp cloth tucked against her sex. When Sandy pressed lightly on the cloth, pain shot through her abdomen. "Ohhh!" Sandy cried softly. The memories of her earlier experiences began to flood home."Well, look who's awake at last." an all too familiar voice spoke from behind Sandy. "I thought you were going to sleep all day, Blondy."Sandy felt the mattress compress as.