He slipped his fingers below the waistband of her skirt and undid the button and slid the zipper down. He pulled it over her hips to around her ankles... Automatically, Frances stepped out of the halo of the skirt as if on autopilot and resumed standing in the same spot, immobile with her arms still hanging lifelessly at her sides. Statuesque in her underclothing. Vulnerable as if a suit of armour had been removed piece by piece, leaving her exposed in a way she had never before been.Her satin. "Okay, just sign here - and initial here, here, and here," the lady saidto her.As she signed it the lady asked, "Do you prefer a collar or a wrist bandfor your little?" Collars?" Amanda groaned. "What is it with everyone wanting littles tobe pets? They're babies!" she was a little impatient as she said that.The lady seemed taken aback... "Sorry, the collars are the most popularoption this year. I assume that means you want the wristband?" Yes please," she said agitated.Once Amanda signed it she. When my inexperienced and desperately hasty efforts failed to do anything but excite me even further, Nick pushed me back to my seat. He slid the coffee table back, then leaned over me and wrapped his hand around both of our cocks. I wanted to savor the intense heat of our swollen cocks pressed so tightly together, but our frenula wrestled clumsily in a mix of saliva and precum as Nick’s hand glided up and down our shafts sending me spiraling towards premature ecstasy.I accepted my fate,. Meanwhile the machine was still stroking his shaft. Deanna briskly applied the switch to his bare bottom, at the same time admonishing him. "You really should cum. (whip! whip!) You really want to cum, don't you? (whip! whip!) I don't understand why you are reluctant to cum some more." (whip! whip! whip!) The male being punished struggled with the pain. "Aaargh! OW-OW-OW! Please no more! Yes, I want to! I want to cummm! Ow! Ow! Please, I can't! Please stop! Please stop!" Deanna continued in.