She sat up, so I grabbed the handcuffs and pulled her back down and slipped a third scarf through the cuffs, pulling her hands back above her head and...securing the scarf to the headboard. “Now tell me that you understand that you have to do what you are told, that I am your master, and that you will obey!” Ignoring me,she remained silent, so I reached down with two hands, cupping her breasts and taking her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and pinching them . She gasped, and. If you saw her, you would have compared her to a jockey riding to win a race. He cried out as her nails dug into his chest and she started to move faster and faster. The intensity in her look almost frightened him. She threw her head back and it appeared that the wind had caught her hair. When she looked at him again, there was no desire in her eyes. He thought she almost looked maniacal. It was the oddest feeling of having his cock pounded but not feeling the weight on his body. He imagined. He knew that Tina would do anything he said to do-- he also knew that she really didn't like the fact that she would obey him so completely. It did make her more interesting. It also made him enjoy her surrendering to him more exciting. Ykir knew what he was talking about. Jake sat in the chair before the desk. It was extraordinarily comfortable. Of course, Jake thought; if I were to imagine a chair to sit in, this would be it. Ykir apparently thought the same way. He thought of another. "Must fuck ... must have sex ... must come." What?" asked Charles, gazing up from where he was lying, his eyes fixed upon his father in a questioning manner.His father was standing there, gazing back down at him. His father's hand was wrapped about his cock and he was stroking himself hard."Must fuck ... must have sex ... must come!" his father chanted once more, his eyes glazed with desire.Charles eyes widened with horror. A thought filled his mind and it was not something he wanted to think.