The ear defenders were removed, the dildo was deflated and removed as was the cock ring.My catsuit was sealed back up again, I waited for the gas mask...to be removed.But it wasn't, what happened next was surprising, my arms were pulled behind me and locked together at the wrists and above the elbows.My ankles were locked together as were my thighs.I was then placed on my knees on the floor, my wrists were locked to my ankles. The gas mask was then quickly pulled off.My eyes were blinded as light. My handsome and strong fucker man.Rima, with such a curvey, hot and sexy figure and the way you enjoyed me during the fuck, I feel you should be my sexy wife.Rahulll, tell me once again that you want me as your wife. Oh my rahul, you are my husband now. I kiss you now as my husband and you kiss me as well.Rima, my wife , i kiss your boobs and bite your hard nipples being my wife. I am now thinking that tonight is our honeymoon night. I will fuck you hard n deep till morning .Oh rahul, keep on. Another possible way was to stand her own feet by earning herself, which she never did. She studied until tenth grade so maybe she could get job of a peon somewhere, I think. She still regretted to me always, why she dropped her studies? But she only did because her father died. She loved him so much that she left her study overnight after his death. At that time she was fifteen, so this sort of childish decision was doubtlessly taken. Whatever the reason, she must have divorced him. But where. For Trixie, this was a dream come true. She could watch YouTube, talk to her friends, oh, and do school as well.But Trixie didn't just use the laptop for wholesome extracurriculars. She was at that age where she was exploring herself. She sexted with older men, showed her body online, watched endless hours of pornography. She was becoming a woman. What Trixie didn't know what that everything she did was being watched. Her laptop had a program installed — Gaggle — that let her teacher, Mr.