” I told him. “I’d imagine you would be,” he said. “I’m still very red and sore.” I said in a low, but slightly mischievous tone. “I�...m sure.” He replied. “Would you like to see?” I asked with a slight innuendo to my voice. “Not here.” He said, but not convincingly. “It will only take a minute.” I could see that my request was making him nervous. He no longer had full control. “Ok,” he said reluctantly. I stood up, reached under my skirt and took my panties down, then off. I noticed him. Sheila choked. She pressed a finger through the tear, the edges weren’t ragged, they were sealed. Her flesh, it was–The tingles shot up her spine, followed closely by the heat. She collapsed onto a birdbath, futilely stuffing her hands into her mouth to stop up the sounds. In the wrap room, Jenny glanced up at the monitor. God, that Sheila, she thought. Her hand flittered in search of somewhere nice to land, but her clothes denied her access. Sheila lay on the rough carpeting, gasping and. ' Daryl stroked my hair as I listened to him explain what Chuck would like and sucked gently on his cock head as he explained. It wasn't much later that there was a knock at the door, Daryl opened the door and this squat stocky black guy came in. He was dressed in sweats and tennis shoes, exceptionally clean, well groomed and carrying a bottle of whiskey and a case of beer. Chuck came in and Daryl took the beer and placed it in the small fridge in our room. Chuck produced some pills and. I consider how I should allow you to take me. Free, so you can punish me for the torture, or on the chair, still restrained? Each has considerable merit. In the latter case I'd have to maul my own tits, pinching and rolling the hard caps atop their doughy peaks before slithering my fingers down clammy abdomen and digging them beneath my body to relieve the wet ache I find there. Circling my excited, proud button that longs for your tongue, wetness tumbling from the puffy entrance it guards,.