“Besides, you need to eat, to restore strength.” Another squeeze.Oh yes, I could. Those pussy clamps were wonderful! “Breakfast in bed. Lunch, t...o. Maybe even dinner,” I grunted out.“Bullshit!” Elyse began to slowly rub her fingers over her clit. Her squirmings were becoming more heated. My response was to thrust more deeply. Without uncoupling, Elyse turned away from me to true spoon fashion, and clamped her legs together. Well, two can play that game. I continued the movement and rolled her. The self check-out at Target and other stores is a revelation. I could purchase what I wanted without passing through the watchful eyes of some s*******n-year old girl who clearly wonders, "what's this old guy is doing buying stockings and panties"? She'd joke with her fellow minimum wage workers and the next time, I'm sure they were texting each other to "imagine the grey haired guy in panties". The self checkout avoids this inter-age embarrassment. I was on Live Cam the other day in my new. She kept the little tool for those most seriously afflicted by insidious workings of the fiend from Hell.Ursula feared she had overdone the use of the whip on her tender body. It was true that the more she punished herself, the better she felt deep down in her feminine core. But it was also a fact that her body ached like never before and she regretted the ill use of her battered bottom.Her classroom was particularly silent this morning.The assembly of twenty some odd young girls ranging in age. In her dazed state, the five minutes passed like one. “Wake up, friend,” said noma in a teasing voice. “We need to wash you off.” Christina stood, and noma turned on the water. At first, the jet was as hot as before, but once Christina had washed off the Nair, noma cranked the temperature to a setting that was as cold as the previous setting was hot, prompting a faint squeak from Christina. “Now step out and dry yourself,” said noma kindly, “It’s almost over.” Christina dried her firm, slender.