I gasped as the first cuff slapped on my right wrist. I felt the stinging pain and then heard the ratcheting sound as he squeezed it tight. He smacked...the other cuff on my left wrist, binding my hands together.I trembled, arrested like a true bad girl.“Oh, god, you have no idea of the wicked things I’ve done,” I purred in the sexiest voice I could. I could feel the pussy juices dripping out of me, A drop landed on the floor between my feet. My cream must be running down the vibrator.“Why am I. It seems innocuous enough nestled among the hormone-driven sexual cravings of a teenage mind. An evening with choir people could mean one of two things. Either I was on a bus trip to watch an opera or I was at a collaborative retreat with some choirs from multiple different schools. Judging by an earlier entry about how I punched someone in the face in the back of the bus on the way to the Opera, this article was the retreat. I could do a whole essay about my weird propensity to bad behavior. He took the opportunity to rest his hands, which were starting to cramp a little, and to pull his cock out of her asshole. Her ass was nice, but he wanted some pussy as well. Keeping her on her stomach, he simply switched holes, sliding himself into her cunt doggie style. Chrissy was so demoralized at this point that she didn’t even protest. Not wanting to use his hands to strangle her, Marco rearranged Robbie’s noose to make a suitable garrote. It was too thick really. A garrote should be thin. ."OH YES... EXCELLENT." MISTRESS DIVINE SAYS, EXAMINING ME MINUTELY. "NOWLET YOUR HAIR DOWN, AND BRUSH IT UNTIL IT SHINES.. I THINK YOUR MAKE UP ISJUST ABOUT SLUTTY ENOUGH TO LEAVE AS IS..." YES MISTRESS DIVINE, THANK YOU MISTRESS DIVINE." I SAY PICKING UP THEBRUSH AND RUNNING IT REPEATEDLY THROUGH MY HAIR, THEN GASP AS SHE SPRAY'SSOME PERFUME ON ME... IT'S A BIT.. MUSKY..."HMM.. MAYBE NOT ENOUGH.." SHE SAYS AND SPRAYS ME A COUPLE MORE TIMES."HMM IT'LL TAKE A LITTLE WHILE TO WORK BUT THEN.