Her breasts felt full and so exotic. Her nipples tingled so much................ The pleasure...............The passion..............The all-consuming...ecstasy...........Mrs Granger's orgasm was huge and intense and she couldn't help but cry out in her ecstasy and passion “Ooohh Wendy do me, yes, do me. I'm cumming, cumming, nnnngggggmmmmmmmmm”. She had never had sex like this before, it was almost dangerous in it's intensity. Her juices gushed forth and her nipples expanded and released hot. Her hair was drawn back tightly from her face and she woreno make-up apart from a thick coat of scarlet lipstick on her hips. Theboots she now wore added inches to her height so that she now toweredover me even more. "Well my little sissy, I think we have learnt several important lessonstoday. Firstly, I was generous enough to give you the luxury of a skirtand petticoats, but you have shown you aren't capable of handling themcorrectly. So, for the rest of week you will wear neither.. With one last round of the plastic wrap to secure her arms behind her once again, he started the final stage of the bondage. The duct tape started at her toes and slowly climbed up her legs. All she could feel was the increasing pressure at it tightened her bonds. Slowly it rose up her calves, over her knees and up her thighs, around her waist. As she felt the pressure increasing with the rising of the tape, she began to worry about her poor crushed tits. Would he skip over them or were they. No matter how much I try, I can only last seven minutes. So why the title? Do the math: seven minutes, each with sixty seconds. 420.At first I thought I was normal. I mean... seven minutes of sex is nothing to sneeze at. It wasn't like I shot off the instant I got hard. I got the idea to time myself from listening to my friends talk about how long they banged this chic or that broad. Seven minutes and I was proud of every second. At first.For those of you in the medical profession, I know.