"It's so beautiful," he praised.I couldn't speak. I was trying to calm from the pain."You did very well."He undid my arms then my legs. He roughly yan...ed me up.He pulled me over to the padded chair and pushed me down into it.Yow! I jumped up. I couldn't sit. My butt hurt too much!He grabbed my right arm and strapped my wrist to the arm of the chair. He did the same to my left wrist. He pushed me back down into the seat by my shoulders. I grimaced and cried out. He went to his knees and strapped. .” She turned her head towards me making it easier to push straight in. She gurgled and nodded her head again letting me know she wanted it. I let her legs down and rested the dildo near her pussy. “When I tell you, start swallowing. We don't want to spill any on the clean sheets.” Her demeanor changed, her eyes opened and her eagerness increased as she started gagging herself on my invading meat. Her expression showed uncertainty mixed with fear. She could feel the head pushing past her mouth. It certainly would not be more cruel than the methods used in the slaughter houses. From his descriptions she gathered that if they were really good bulls, the matador was in almost as much danger as the bull.Ann was snapped back to the present by the sudden blast of trumpets. The noise from the crowd slowly subsided. The trumpet's piercing notes reverberating across the arena sent chills of anticipation running through Ann.The gates on the other side of the ring swung open, and the opening. I worked at giving Tim a perfect view of my little titties and the suggestive underwear. Tim had plenty of time to gather it all in. He saw me nearly naked for at least a minute and a half. I pulled up the dress, (with some contrived difficulty.) and ran from the kitchen to my room. There I changed into some jeans and a tee shirt that let my nipples poke out.I let an old glass vase fall and break. This was critical to the next part of the plan. I returned past a red-faced Tim, but he gave.