She had chosen this device out of many in the dungeon because it was already at the perfect height to accommodate her, but there were many more pieces...of bondage furniture she looked forward to trying in the future.“Shut up!” Jessica admonished as she pulled a pair of black latex gloves over her hands. She was similarly sealed from neck to toe in a pale yellow cat suit. She purred in delight as she smoothed the second layer of rubber over her digits. The black leather thigh highs Claire had. STD on or around a college campus was rare, with the big viruses non-existent! So? The major reason for a condom was birth control, and the pill had just taken care of that concern in our society.When the heavy fucking started, my wife was breathing wild, squeaking, and laughing. She always laughed and giggled with the biggest hits. As well, when it was quiet in the room, she said she could hear her own pussy snapping and popping. That was when Bill decided to turn up the house stereo. She. Tilda was dead. I closed my eyes, and could see them again. What they did to her. Bile rushed up my throat and I heaved up into the rushes. I heaved until my sides were sore and my body exhausted. I leaned back, pulling my legs up to my chest and cried. Why had he done that to her? I wanted to scream. Why had he killed his own cousin, and them let them befoul her in such a way. Exhausted, I lay back on the straw pallet and replayed the scene in my mind. When I hadn’t given them enough. Just as I got to the bathroom door, he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and nibbled at my neck. With the strength my brother had, he had no problem roughly turning me around, and pinning me to the bathroom wall. He grabbed my hands and lifted them high enough to let the towel fall to the ground. He brushed one hand over my pussy as he leaned his forehead on mine. He bit my lower lip just enough for it to hurt; just the way I like it.He lifted me on to the counter and spread my legs..