She led me to a grass covered clearing by a babbling brook and gracefully lay down pulling me on to her. Her full lips were sweeter than a fine wine...that quickly parted as my lips melted with hers. My hands gently roamed down her delicate features and long sinewy neck as her breathing quickened and tiny goose bumps formed on the arms that tenderly embraced me. I spent a lifetime in her sensual lip lock, silently thanking the Creator for my now painfully throbbing equipment. The moment we. Monica turned and faced Maneesha to see all the action. Karan started from Maneesha’s arms. He caressed both her arms tied above her head with the brush.Maneesha found it weird, but she was excited to see how things would proceed.Karan brushed her arms and then reached her fair and clean armpits. He started rubbing the paintbrush on one of them.Maneesha jerked and giggled. She had started liking it. Karan switched between the armpits and kept tickling her. The tickles brought a lot of pleasure,. My cock stiffened in her cunt and began to spurt semen into her vaginal depths. I thrust and thrust and thrust until the last drop of come had left my cock and I began a slow relaxation and retreat from arousal.It occurred to me later that we had not discussed ejaculation. If we came in her pussy, a forensic examination of the muffin would yield our DNA and make us traceable by the police. And I had just come in her pussy. Harold later explained to me that the amnesia drug was so good that the. She was duly prepared and brought into the Ruby Palace and down to the torture chambers. Once there she was stripped of her abaya, harem dress, slippers and every trace of adornment. Her jewellery was removed, and even her lipstick was wiped off. As she stood shivering slightly she looked round the room and quickly recognised it for what it was, a torture chamber. The nipple clips, clamps and thumbscrews she recognised, and the other Judas Chair for impaling miscreants was unmistakable. The.