" Johnsmiled, and looked his future bride in the eye. "It is hard on her….andit will be very hard on you," he grinned mischievously. "There will, ho...ever,be a reward." "Huh? What do you mean? What kind of reward?" she questioned. "Every hour you stay in bondage is worth ¼ carat on the diamond onyour engagement ring." Darla's eye grew wide. "In that position?" she asked. "Yes. That one…or maybe a little worse." "So….if I spend 4 hours in bondage I get a one carat ring? "Yes. If you can last 4. Let me convince you.” “I’m your sister,” she said.“We’re adults, aren’t we?” he said.“Yeah, but—““It doesn’t have to be wrong,” he said. “You’re on the pill. I’ll make it good for you. However you like it. Just let me show you.” He leaned in again to kiss her, on the lips this time. She didn’t pull back. She let him kiss her lightly all over her lips, murmuring “It’s okay” over and over again. He took her in his arms and slowly ramped up the intensity of the kiss. Soon he felt her relax and. ." I replied. We were walking to the entrance of the county fair. Ready for a wild and fun night. I had just spotted a guy across from me walking to the entrace opposite us. He was about 5'7, athletic body from what I could tell. Black hair, brown eyes. After my friend and I had walked into the fair, he said, "Hey man, you see that guy over there? Hes been staring at you for like, the past fifteen minuetes." I followed his finger past the concession stand we were at and across a small. Donna sensed something penetrate her pussy, slowly sliding deeper as it also widened her opening. It felt familiar in a bizarre way, a long forgotten sensation. It was not painful, yet it was not all that pleasurable either. It made Donna feel… full.Her audience seemed pleased in both their comments, wide grins and smiles as they watched. Reaching down, Donna felt something hard and cold. It was smooth and tapered, and was slowly being worked in and out of her body. She caught the eye of a.