First it sped up, pounding her inner depths hard, as she screamed, "Oh God, fuck me, fuck me baby!" Claire was impressed as Gruthsorik continued to va...y his technique, using short and long strokes, both fast and slow. He even mixed it up a little by going slow on the out stroke and slamming the tentacle back in quickly, and vice versa as well. She moaned in appreciation.After a while of that, Claire felt something rubbing across her asshole, and knew it was time for the next tentacle. She'd. Any similarity to anyone or any thing in this story is coincidental. I cant remember how young I was when I first started playing with myself. I know that when I was four I was rubbing myself between my legs all the time. My mother was always scolding me and pushing my hand away from my crotch. The cotton panties that my mother made me wear rubbed me in a way that cause me to have a funny sensation between my legs, not an itch just a feeling that made me rub my pussy even more when I wore. I can date any female I wish at the high school, and my last three intimate females have all been cheerleaders. I enjoy playing one female off against the other, which my looks and personality enable me to do. My sex life has been rather conventional, consisting mainly of protected coital sex and oral sex.For some time I have harbored a strong bondage fantasy, that of being forced to serve a dominatrix. I’ve read enough on the Internet to form a good idea as to how the lifestyle is practiced.. It wasright smack in the middle of everything, yet there wasn't a soul to beseen. It was eerie. Where did everyone..."Ahh, Blur Girl," a woman called out from the entrance in a ratherchirpy voice. "Brian is expecting you." Is he here?" I asked as I slowly walked into the store ready foranything. But there was nothing but dresses and another female salesassistant holding a big white box with a red bow on it. "No.Brian...um...Doctor Stuart is busy preparing your surprise. You're avery lucky girl,.