Looking down at the blindfoldedteen I ran my hand over the junction of her spread thighs making her quiver andpull at her bonds. I slowly traced a pat... up her young helpless body kissing atrail from her hairless pussy mound up her pelvis the edge of her corset to thebottom of the breast press then to the undersides of her trapped mounds whereher pale creamy skin bloated out from the press and up to her turgid nipples asshe wreathed and sobbed around her tube gag. Oh god this was sweet torture,. I try pushing it in a little. It is tight. I get the lube and rub it around her hole. I stick my finger in to loosen her up. She moans in a combination of pleasure and pain she is receiving. Her body trembles as she is on the verge of another orgasm. I push my dick in as hard as I could. She screams “HHHHHHHOOOOOLLLLLLLYYYY FFFFUUUUUCCCKKKKKK!” as she has an orgasm with my dick half way in her ass.I pull it out a little and shove it in again. I do this a few times and soon my cock. He was the more bashful of my two younger brothers.Mom laughed and pulled my piss flaps apart and plucked out my clit hood. “No teeth, just tongue,” she said, and my hood snapped back into place. “This is a very sensitive and intimate part of a girl. She used to use this to control boys by denying it to them. That is why it is on display, and I can flick it,” Mom demonstrated by folding her fingers back and then flicking me on the clit. “I can slap it, and I can pull it to get her attention.. I decided to wander around the corner where there was this funky, littleused bookstore with a clangy old bell on the door. It was piled highwith old books and no one there seemed to care about organizing theplace, although I have a feeling there was some logic to the madness.At the front of the store was an old wooden desk. There was a salesgirl sitting there reading Jung. She had on glasses and her hair wascompletely frizzy. She smelled like patchouli, too. It was a damnedshame, because.