As she climaxed, my face was covered with her juices. I continued licking till she could stand no more, and pulled me up on top of her.We kissed deepl..., tongues lashing each others mouth. I leaned back and put her legs over my shoulders. I leaned in, and she grabbed my junk, guiding it into her hot, wet tunnel. God she was tight, and the contractions on my tool felt like a gentle hand wearing a velvet glove! I started thrusting slowly, pulling almost all the way out, then all the way in. Her. Thinking of the nights kept from sleep by the pain from the chastity yspikes digging as soon the smallest hint of erection almost going insaneof having no sexual release, when I complained about this, she told me ifit was release I wanted she would grant me this, in fact she would allowme this daily, then I was ordered to set up my heavy duty fucking machinebeside my small cage, and put the big black dildo on the arm of machine,I was then to stand on all four in the cage with the dildo up my. Istrutted to the bathroom and pulled my thong down to my knees and bentforward. I pushed the top of the lube bottle down and dribbled a fewdrops onto the shining metal plug, then looked at myself in the mirror."I'm a whore," I said to myself, something I've said many times whenfantasizing about this, but never like this, and I reached back andpushed the plug in. The cold steel against my little hole, then thestretch, then stretching more, then the pop in, and it sitting there soperfectly.I. And while Louise's pubic hair was black, thick and curly, my own unshaven bush was somewhat more sparse, my labia more clearly visible through the curls. And I was blonde -- all over. The blonde hair on my head was several shades lighter, but the hair on my pubes remained unmistakably blonde.All these comparisons were known only to me -- and to Tad, to the extent he'd seen the photographs of Louise. Louise and Don, of course, had never seen my nude body.At least, not yet.Don't forget -- it was.