This is what she needed.The feather tread lightly over its contour following the line down the middle that concealed inner sin.Jessie breather deeply ...s the feather tickled her personal divide. She was beginning to enjoy it too much. No, no, that would not happen. Could not happen.She needed another clamp. Yeah, that’s what she needed.The hood that hid her clit needed to be retracted. The chains hooked perfectly to her clamped nipples. The other two ends of the chain hooked nicely to both sides. Elmo's Fire.'"She laughed, and I was again reminded of ringing bells. "I'll see what I can do. See you in a few." Take care."After hanging up, I stayed in lab for about an hour before leaving to do some shopping. I got back at around six to find that Maddie had left an apologetic message on my machine. "Mind if I show up at seven? My parents want me back by eleven." I called back to say that seven would be fine, and that I'd see her then.She appeared promptly at seven with a videotape in her. "Welcome to Number 1 Storey's Gate — or 'The Dungeon' to its inmates" she laughed. In the light of the flickering globe David recognised his welcomer. "Miss Ive, a pleasure to meet you" "Ooo, aren't you a saucey one!" she simpered as he took her hand and kissed it! "My mum warned me about you Yanks. You can call me Ruth."David had met Ruth two days earlier, when she had come to the American Embassy to confirm David's appoinment. Her looks were nothing to write home about; an aging spinster, was. I fondled his balls and felt the base of his huge penis. I worked my way up the length of his shaft until I arrived at the head of his cock. It really did feel like a helmet. A big fucking football helmet! Enough of this I thought as I struggled pulled his underwear off that was impaled on his cock. Finally it sprung out in all it's magnificent glory. God it was huge. I wasted not time in starting to lick his cock head. Then opened wide as I slid this enormous thing in my tiny mouth. It was.