The next strap held her upper arm tight against the woodwork, and again, jenny had pulled it perhaps a little tight than she needed, but it wasn’t s...aying on that long.There was now only one strap left. The short one on the back of the chair. This was a special one, as once fastened, it would hold the head in one place, tight against the back, facing the digital clock. That was so anyone using the chair would be focused on the clock, knowing just how long the torment would continue, but. . Kaha copyDikhsha.. Lele but fad na di smile krne lgiFir daily wo thoda gand piche krke baithne lgi main uske ungli lga deta niche se wo smile de deti aur wo b hath piche krke mere lund ko sehla deti.. School mein fir ek desk pr ek ldki ldki couple mein bithane lge toh main lucky tha meri lottery lg gyi..Diksha aur main ek sath baithe hote. Skirt hoti thi diksha ke toh main side se uski chut mein finger daal deta usko thoda dard hota but mjaa bhut aata tha. Wo b mere lund nikaal kr sehla deti. She started moaning again. I didn’t want to hurt her. I inserted a little and she immediately pulled my hand and I put it on her mouth to suck it.My cock was throbbing and it was too much for me to delay any further. I was worried I may cum any time and spoil my chance to have my first intercourse.I climbed over her and laid over her. As if on cue, she raised her legs and wrapped around my hips – perfect missionary position. I was struggling to find her love hole. She squeezed her right hand. Tiffany loved every second of it now. “Are you going to be my sex slave as well Tiffany,” Emily asked. “Yes Ma’am,” Tiffany moaned “Do whatever I say and let me do to you what I wish?” “Yes Ma’am.” Emily smiled and with a sharp slap to Tiffany’s bottom she slowly pulled out. Tiffany was on the edge. “Please don’t stop Ma’am, please” “No I think you are having too much fun. You need a little bit of discipline too before I let you come.” “Yes Ma’am, anything,” responded Tiffany as she.