Jill slid a hand down to flick Jennifer's clit. I just lay there, letting them do most of the work, holding Jennifer's hips. They were both beginnin... to breath heavily, Jennifer from the stimulation, Jill from rubbing her breasts on Jennifer's back and anticipation. Jennifer was beginning to moan in earnest, gasping every time Jill fingered her clit. Jennifer spasmed with a hissing gasp, followed by a scream of pleasure from Jill. I took over the breast Jill had abandoned for Jennifer's. Moaning with every jolt, I turn to my leftmaking small steps with my ballet heels until I hear a click ? I can bendnow, and eager to relieve the enormous discomfort in my ass, I bendforward. As I lean my body forward, moving the metal harness encirclingmy upper body forward with the ratcheting sound and activating thelevers, the bumpy invader in my ass starts to slide out, providingtorturous but long-awaited relief, but at the same time the dildo in mymouth is pushed in by the same clever. " I will leave you now to think for a while. When I return I trust you will have remembered your disobedience. If not perhaps another few lashes will make your memory work properly."The dim light was extinguished and she was left hanging on the frame, her back in considerable pain and with a full bladder. Time seemed to stand still and an eternity had passed when she finally gave up the impossible struggle and let her bladder go and felt the urine run down her legs.More time passed, an. They loved me of course, but we weren't exactly close; distance was more acceptable and far less uncomfortable than a sweaty hug from my old man and to feel my mother's tight breasts (operated, no doubt, though she denied it every time) squashed up against my own. My parents, even six years after the painful divorce, still had their childish way of starting a fight every time they laid eyes on each other. It all began on the summer of '98, the morning dad came parading to the suburbs in his.