.. Her honour?The blade of the dashing man cut her dress cleanly away without ever harming her cold flesh. It fell away, revealing her naked form by t...e road side, nipples strongly perked like buds, her legs closing a little above the knees to help hide the soft tuft of fur that served only to compliment her womanhood. When she realized what had happened, she gasped, and began to back away.“Good sir!” She pleaded, “we must not do this!”His smile warmed her like an open flame, and as he. Alis couldn't pry me away from the Churchill Museum and Cabinet War Rooms - that was some cool shit. The last attraction, for reasons that will come up later, was the London Dungeon. I found it rather entertaining to see recreations of past historical events. These people added humor to it. "You know what would be hot?" Alis asked, giving me a sultry look."What's that?" I asked, feeling rather intrigued by her sudden modesty."To be tied up and used in a degrading way. To be taken advantage of. I try sitting and feel the plug being forced inside me. I bounce up and down a bit on the sofa, and feel the arousal build. I tug on the chain, stretching my nipples. I reach for my clit…Beep- One more thing pet. No touching. You must wait for Friday and have my permission to cum.I drop the phone, run to the window and peek out, look all around, but see no one. Removing the collar and hood quickly, I yank off the clamps, squealing as I do. Pulling my shorts back on and yanking on my. He started to ask me how I liked his cock in my ass, and he called me Candy. I could tell he was getting off on pretending that I was some one else, so I played along with him. “Oh yeah baby, fuck your Candy’s ass!” He kept calling me Candy and telling me what a slut I was. I didn’t care who he called me as long as he kept fucking me. He was really doing me too. I was afraid that we might break Mary’s table! I fucked my pussy with my fingers as Bob pounded my.