Kellys hand made long slow strokes of my manhood as she continued with the lurid disclosure. I was so turned on I swear I almost had an orgasm just fr...m the crotch of the hotpants rubbing against my pussy. It was worth waxing, she revealed with a salacious grin, tiny hand masturbating me oh-so-gently. I wiggled my little bottie in his direction, knowing full well he was watching my every move. I could almost feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. I stood up and wiped the sweat from my. It had two spanking benches, a whipping post, a St. Andrew's cross — and there it was! She saw the pillory. She must have momentarily frozen in her tracks, for Joy had to push her to get her moving again."Wanna try it out?" Joy asked. Carol was still speechless."Your mother loves it," she added. "I bet you will, too. And, I still owe you a good spanking for invading my computer earlier this week." Can I?" Carol replied. She knew the jig was up, and that Joy now knew her secret desire."How about. “Shall we head back to the hotel and get a drink?” I asked Vicky. It was at this point that I think the drink was talking as Vicky answered “we may as well stay for a drink”. Now I still wasn’t sure what lay behind the door at the end and endless possibilities were rushing through my mind. Firstly and most rationally I thought maybe it was a’naturelle’ sauna. Then I thought maybe it was a strange naked bar that was quite common in Belgium. I was definitely intrigued though, and extremely. "But none were you," he grinned and pulled me down for a hot kiss.My breasts rubbed against his muscular chest. His hand slid down my back and over my heavy, leather belt that my chainmail loincloth hung from. He squeezed the cheeks of my ass, left mostly exposed by the two-inch wide band of mail. His fingers dipped beneath the mail as he kneaded my ass.I groaned and ground on him, working my clit against the cold metal of my mail. His cock was hard beneath, throbbing with his desire. I kissed.