Let someone else make all the important decisions so you can just enjoy the ride. But first, we need to get you out of this old shirt.” “But I ca...’t get it off without my hands….” I try to explain. “Don’t worry; I’ll take care of everything.” Without the benefit of sight, I can’t tell what he’s doing until I feel the scissors against my skin. He’s cutting away my shirt! I want to be upset, to argue, but the touch of the cold metal against my skin has my head spinning. Before I know it, the. The man's warm lips began to trail down over the flat of her stomach as his hands held her struggles down.Stephanie then realized she was awake. The white latex hood that still covered her most of her head had made her blind. The armbinder still encased her arms behind her back and her legs were pinned together by several straps as well as a pair of cuffs around her ankles. She struggled to try to sit up but the chain to her collar pulled her up short."You are awake, slave," the metallic voice. " She took the phone back. Dialed.She pointed at Fuki. "Taste only. No penetration."Like a dying man at a buffet, Richard dove right in. He knelt by the bed, ran his hands up her legs. Her skin was the finest he'd ever touched. He tugged. She scooted to the edge, draped her thighs over his shoulders. The her arousal scent struck him square in the face. She smelled of ginger, and lavender. He kissed the inside of one thigh, alternated to the other. Every time he switched back and forth, he. She blushed and freed her hands from my grip.Me: Hey, how is it like?Rachana: What?Me: Your penis.Rachana: Oye! I don’t have a penis, we girls have vaginas.Me: Yeah-yeah, that one. Actually, I haven’t seen the vagina.Rachana: Really? Wow! Haha.Me: Hmm, so can I see it?Rachana: Ok. Wait, no no, you can’t.Me: I want to see it.Rachana: See in some porn videos.Me: It’s banned here in India, isn’t it?Rachana: Dumb! Give me your phone.Then I gave him my phone. She then searched for something on the.