“There’s a fence too so I suppose he can’t see us.” “Then for God’s sake don’t stop now...” She held her breath, her body's sensitivit... heightened to an almost unbearable degree as Sam once again gently licked the back of her left thigh, his fingers stroking her soft flesh as his tongue drew a cool wet line across her skin. She gripped the table more tightly still as, pausing only to adjust his position, Sam gently slid his palms up the outside of her thighs and up to the hem of her skirt,. There’s just a brief moment of tension, resistance and a little pain. And then my passage relaxes, as does my whole body. Still I love the slow creep of his penis up my hole; the pleasure and pain is augmented by a sense of possession, that I am being owned and taken. My submission is willing and total. He is my lover; he knows how to please me, and says my joy in sex is a big part of his pleasure.He knows I like the steadily increasing penetrations of gentle strokes at first: I love the way my. He imagined the tits shaping up like cones as they were pulled by their tips. He'd hoped to pull her up by her nips, but evidently it was too painful for her, and she let out a painful scream. Mich knew that his dad was around, and quickly dropped the idea of torturing her.Instead, he moved towards her pussy, which he found to be bald and inviting. No doubt Brad had already visited the site, but it was a different matter now. He intended to keep her and use her as he wanted, brother be damned.. I stand at 5'5" and weigh 105 lbs. My measurements are 34, 22, 34, and i wear a B-cup.One particularly cold night i was roaming the streets alone. i was usually walking alone, avoiding someone or other, usually due to my commitment issues which i won't discuss here. i won't bore you with too many details, but i had recently been cursed by a former slave owner to prevent my escape. i wore leather straps with chain loops around my wrists, ankles, and thighs. i also wore a leather slave collar, of.