I slide my hand from your throat and pull your other breast out and start to play with both of them, teasing your nipples and listening to your reacti...n. At one point I grab your hair and tilt your head up and kiss you, my tongue pushing its way past your teeth and into your mouth. I take my time with you.Then I put both of my hands in the neck of your t-shirt and rip it down the front and strip it off your body. You gasp, slightly afraid but then I put my mouth over one of you nipples and. And then did all sorts behind that façade. Sue had giggled while James regaled her with tales of Victorian Prime Ministers who befriended prostitutes or had extensive collections of early pornography.The topic had then drifted on to where America fitted in this spectrum. Were they at the French end, or the British end, or somewhere altogether different. The three of us tried to make up our minds. After all, America had given the world Playboy and Hugh Heffner, the sexual revolution in the. The air reeked of her aroused juices.My eyes went to her ass, to the firm, smooth, flawless cheeks. her buttocks still flexed as if she were yet cumming, though I knew there was nothing to stimulate -Or was there? I bent and looked. Sure enough, she had her immensely swollen clit pressed into the tightly rolled bolster to which she was bound. As I watched, she flexed her hips forward as much as she could within her bonds and rubbed vigorously - if shortly - and then she was cumming again.. It covered her entire chest, but clung tightly to every curve, each breast standing proudly on its own, with two huge globes of white. Martinique drew her long hair up behind her head, then pulled the nurse's cap down over it to hold it there. White heels would have looked better, but black 5" heeled pumps with a rounded baby doll toe were slipped onto her feet. Martinique was now the dream of any hospital bound voyeur, and with the proper tools, could also become his worst nightmare. With.