I was laying across the table with my arms either side of my head and my hands clutching the far edge of the table (It was a narrow table.). He then p...t rope around my wrists and tied the ends of the rope to the table legs on the far side. When I was trussed up like that, I found it to be quite stimulating. Especially with my legs pulled wide open, I could feel my pussy lips being stretched open as well and this was causing my juices to flow. He gave me a good fucking and I quite enjoyed it and. “I’ve done some story telling workshops here,” explained Cameron, “with clergy in the main.” Just before noon they walked back out into warm sunlight and Carrie had linked her right arm firmly into his left. “That was wonderful Cat, I really found it moving. I have never seen anything like that procession. What are we going to do now?” “A quick bite at the Red Lion and then I am going to introduce you to Brompton House, my house, where, if I’m lucky,” he leaned in closer and whispered in her. My other hand moved from my hair back to my tit, which I pulled toward my mouth. I flicked my tongue on my nipple while I circled my clit ever so lightly through my panties.I was going crazy at this point. Frantic for release, I slipped my ring finger under the side of my panties, just to test how wet I was. My other fingers stayed on the outside of my panties, but I allowed myself the satisfaction of dipping one finger into my throbbing cunt. I moaned out loud at just the feel of that one. "Her ungainly wriggle accompanied her breathless "Yes Sir" and the tights joined the skirt and blouse.Emmet took a step back and gave her a withering look."Next? Drop the granny pants. French Camiknickers giving full access, or, of course nothing will be the future. Understand?" Yes Sir".More tears slid down her cheeks as she slowly lowered her pants, providing an unintentionally erotic display for both Emmet and I. Emmet saved her the trouble of removing her bra, deftly flicking open the clasp.