The girls were still in their training gear, one was wearing a pair of black lycra tights and a black lycra bra top the other was wearing a very slink... and very revealing shiny black lycra catsuit, they both looked gorgeous a bit sweaty but still gorgeous. From now on I knew them as tights girl and catsuit girl, almost like my own sexy superheroines. I was in my old black leggings and a white t shirt, my leggings were a little too tight, I was naked underneath and the seam had dug right into my. She was crying now, she didn't understand, but you did. You knew what happens when a slut complained that her pussy was too sore for my cock. You dragged her across the floor and attached the cuffs to the headboard. Tears streamed down her face as you cuffed her ankles to the corners of the bed. She kicked you once and she almost got loose, but you knew what would happen to you if she got away.I strapped the dildo and harness onto you. Then I watched you lube the shaft of the big cock and place. Nature makes you want to do things, but you're not supposed to do them until you're married, except that then you have no choice in the matter. That just seems stupid." I agree," said Bella, surprised to find that she did agree that the system, as it was currently set up, wasn't very efficient ... at least not in terms of producing happiness." Okay, so why did you let AJ do that again?"Bella didn't feel like they were making any progress, but she didn't know what else to do. Finally she. ” Trish dropped to her knees, pushed Heather’s legs apart before she gently kissed both of her friend’s thighs.Reaching up under Heather’s skirt, Trish touched the wet spot in her ex lover’s panties. “I love the way you smell when you’re excited.” Removing Heather’s thong, Trish bent close and inhaled her friend’s aroma. “So sweet,” she whispered.Trish pulled Heather’s butt to the edge of the chair and dropped her face between Heather’s legs. Heather groaned when Trish’s tongue lightly ran.