"Go back and stand against the wall, don't try anything funny, I'm still in control." She follows him to wall and still holding the gun kicks her left...leg up on the wall so that the heel of her boot lands above his right shoulder. She keeps the gun pointed, pressing it just under his chin. Really into the moment now, he turns his head and licks the entire length of her boot continuing a bit higher to caress the back of her knee with his excited tongue. She lets out a high yelp of pleasure. . Moi c'est pareil : quand je pense que des hommes m'imaginent en train de porter des strings ou des culottes, que mes petites parties intimes frottent le tissu, et attendent avec impatience que la poste vienne leur livrer ce trésor, et disposent ensuite d'une partie de moi qu'ils peuvent utiliser à souhait ... ça me rend littéralement dingue. Rien que de l'écrire , je sens mon sexe s'humidifier, et j'ai terriblement envie de me le caresser. Plus vous en voulez et plus cela m'excite. C'est une. " No it's not, it was a misunderstanding, it's nobody's fault." Camryn was pleading with me. "Corey, just go to my room and wait, I'll fix everything." You can't just fix me; I'm not your toy."Camryn's face was about to pop in tears. "Please Corey." Corey obeyed leaving the room with her clothes in her hand.As the door shut. Camryn scurried up to lock it. I followed crawling from under the bed. I was going to put my clothes on and leave. The lock clicked and Camryn pounced on me; I was almost. Grabbing my other wrist, she pulled me forward gently."Kneel, slave," she intoned and of course I obeyed. She pulled me forward slightly, my knees shuffling until my chest encountered what must have been the edge of a metal table. It bounced away from me slightly before rebounding back onto my chest; the table was suspended. I felt my arms pulled along the table, first my right and then my left, what felt like skin rubbing over my arms as they were pulled in place. I could feel adjustments.