"Now wouldn't you be more comfortable without that slip?" he asked."Oh, how sssssilly of me. Of course," she responded, holding her hands straight ove... her head so a smiling woman in a red mask could slide it up and off.Another women assisted the first and Bonnie's stockings were soon at her ankles where they helped the swaying woman to step out of them completely. A short balding man stepped up and asked if he could assist with her garter belt. The totally drugged out woman simply smiled as. Hours seem to pass as she was taken in every position and every orifice. She was covered in sweat and seed and tiny welts. Her bonds had been released but the hood remained. Her body, exhausted, had been placed across the cushioned back of a couch, or perhaps a chair. She now lay face down, listening absently to the sounds around her. There were continued sounds of sex; muted moans and low groans mingled with the soft sucking sounds of wet orifices being taken. Her own sex throbbed in. " And so it was decided. I called the front desk to get us a cab. Ten minutes later my wife exited the bathroom after a shower with her hair parted down the middle into two ponytails held in place with little yellow plastic bows, and wearing this tiny little button front pale yellow cotton dress with a couple of upper and lower buttons open, and high wedge heeled espadrille sandals. This was three weeks to the day shy of her twenty-third birthday, but she looked years younger and was. Every muscle, in his body, was now tied to his cock, his skin was stinging with anticipation, heart pounding in his ear, voice stuck in his throat. He plunged into her, over and over, sweat pouring from his body, the effort of his strokes, sliding the couch across the floor. He felt his hot seed, traveling up his shaft, and pounded into Rachel, with everything he had. She wasn’t making it easy, as orgasm after orgasm, swept through her body. She clawed at his skin, her tiny hands traveling.