He busied his lips on the nipples he had dragged out of her bra, while his other hand wound down from her chest, down her flat stomach to her strip of...pubic hair before his strummed his virtuoso hands across her pubic mound, cupping the whole area and gently squeezing, as if taking possession of her. She responded gasping, ‘Oh yeah, please Chris,’ she said, feeling his long middle finger stray through her damp flesh and worm between her labia, stroking up in search of the pleasure centre he. Her wrists were held close, so he could tie her easily. “I want..12 hours...with an option for another 24 hours,” he said while he was making a nook out of one end of the belt, “and the stop-word will be...Buffalo”He held the nook in front of her hands. A pair of Buffalo´s were standing behind her. She put her finger on the nook. “I don´t need a stop-word”“But you have it. No one says you have to use it.”She had one hand inside the nook now. There was a glow in her eyes now. “You are the one. And I frequently changed its speed & movements... I kept on fucking her with this dildo for more than 45 minutes, and then I fucked her myself for around 10 minutes. As soon as I was finished, I again penetrated the great 7-inch toy-dick inside her. This time, I continued fucking her with vibrating dildo for more than an hour. I could hear Mona saying, "Oh it's so good, so hard, so long, never stopping, oh it's so hard..." I fucked her with dildo in all the positions. Over the floor, I let her. They walked at half speed to make sure they didn't catch up to the grown-ups accidentally. The wagon road would take them past the little cemetery (as old as the town, though no one could say precisely who was buried there) and up the back side of the hill. It wouldn't be long now... Carol-Anne gasped when the house on the hill came into view. It was an aging and cobweb-blighted place, tied to the mysterious Halloween tradition so firmly that the night and the place were practically the same.