She had a totally bald vagina, barring a small strip above her clit, like a porn star would have. Her waist was small and tight...but her tits! I don�...�t know how to describe them. They were big, definitely bigger than I had imagined. But not just big, they were sort of pointy, they were pert and perky, not round and sagging like other girls. Her nipples were pointing up at a 45-degree angle, pinky and small, but I could see they were totally erect as her spasming body made them shake. She was. She took me down to the dungeon. She locked a pair of handcuffs on my cock and locked a chain to the handcuffs. She locked the other end of the chain to a 10-kilogram dumbbell weight. She walked over to the other end of the room, took off her clothes, and sat down. She lit a cigarette and took a puff. She commanded, "Kneel down." She finished the cigarette, opened up her legs, and said, "You may now worship at my pussy, slave B."I crawled towards Mistress Andrea. Once the chain was taut, the. Quickly she opened the heavy door and slipped inside, taking care to close it behind her.…02:10…The room was dimly lit, the atmosphere moist and warm. Holding her breath, she listened intently. Beyond her vision she heard a rippling of water, turning to a more pronounced splashing. As she peered towards the noise, she began to make out something emerging from the gloom. Something huge, twisted, and misshapen, pulling itself forward on glistening, throbbing tentacles. A pair of bottomless. Finally sat came and I got ready as usual. I showered with girl seals and shaved from the neck down till my skin was baby smooth. I lotioned with my sisters jasmine scent body lotion. I did my make up with smokey charcoal eye shadow, eyeliner, and mascara. I added a smidge of blush and finished with my glossy cherry lip gloss. Sat morning I went to the sex shop and baught a sexy new white lace body suit with matching white lace thigh high stockings that reached the bottom of my ass. The outfit.