I also have a pulley ready with a hook, in the middle of the stable. We stop in the middle I pull the hook down and loop it through her wrists. I star... to hoist her arms up. She's starts screaming into her bit gag, shocked at what I'm doing! I ignore her. I leave her standing flat footed, barely. I take a industrial roll of saran wrap. Start on her arms and wrap it all around her body, except her head. Stopping at her ankles. I pull on the pulley again and lift her whole body off the ground. Jennifer had been pulling Bob between her welcoming legs two and three times a day, not counting sleeping with him each night. One might have thought she had a new hobby of sorts.No ... to explain their thought processes that night, it is helpful to return to the example of what might be called Sunday Night Syndrome. At some point on Sunday night, the alarm clock is set. Perhaps clothing for the next day is picked out and prepared, or what you're going to have for breakfast is reflected on.. I came down slowly. It took me forever before I could breath normally. I laid there with my eyes closed, my sex spread before the camera. Then I felt Mark on the bed, climbing between my legs. The dildo was still well up inside me when I felt Mark’s hardness at the opening to my cunt. One hard thrust and he banged his pubic bone into mine. Oh, the feeling of fullness enveloped me, both holes full. I imagined that I was a sandwich, one person filling my ass and the other my cunt. I began to. Frankie then took her finger out and began to lick at my opening. Her tongue traced all round the tiny hole and she grabbed my thighs as she stuck it as far as she could inside. I arched my back and moaned out loud and I gripped onto the pillow behind me as hard as I could. I felt her tongue lick its back up to my clit and her finger slipped back into position. This time I could feel her push in deeper. My chest heaved and she caressed my left tit with her free hand. Her finger was all the way.