Much needed, but limited oxygen. The rest of her body was covered in a tight, black latex catsuit. Her arms were encased behind her back in a single ...eather arm binder. Her forearms were pulled crushingly together beneath the leather enclosure. Leather straps at her wrists, above and below her elbows, buckled tightly and pad locked, ensured that her arms would stay trapped. Another set of straps pulled under her arms, across the tops of her breasts and back over her shoulders to buckle back on. "The spot for what exactly?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Philip laughed a little before replying, "The spot for finally getting my dick wet."Dolly's jaw dropped. She probably shouldn't have been surprised. Her mom had told her more times than she could count, "All boys are the same, they just want to stick their dick in you," but she had thought Philip was different. Something about him seemed soft and kind."Are you sure we should?" Dolly asked partly hoping that he would change his mind."Of. You could have had me do what Maria did with you, if you'd given me the money I needed, like I asked."To my way of thinking, Teresa was the sexiest of the four Scarpelli sisters. She was taller than Carla or Maria, with a lot more on top than Gina. She also had an ass on her that reminded me of a younger Kim Kardashian.Hearing her calmly discussing the possibility of me ravishing her in my bed for such a pittance as what she'd earlier asked for, had my heart racing, and my middle sprouting some. “Let’s just button this up . . . from behind,” he whispered, as he took the sides of the front of the blouse, pulled them back behind me and re-buttoned them so that my breasts were now fully visible to his view. “What are your thoughts so far?” he asked as he reached from behind and using both thumbs and first fingers began to gently pinch my already stiff nipples. All I knew was my pussy was twitching like crazy with wicked excitement . . . the more he tweaked my.