Some lip-stick, some eye-liner, a bit of mascara, that would have to do. After all, she would have to take it all off again, before going to bed, and ...t was almost midnight. Suddenly he is behind her, embraces her from behind, but as she put her hands on top of his, he quickly clicked the cuffs back on both her wrists. A bit tighter this time. “Now, put your hands behind your back, please” he said softly. Ingrid slowly lifted her hand, now in chains and folded her fingers behind her neck. His. I pounded her relentlessly to the point of pain and she is screaming with joy, shouting all sorts of filthy things she would normally blush at. She didn't care. She desperately wanted more. She pleased me that I pulled out and rammed her vibrator into her pussy, switching it on full. "No coming remember!" oh, so she has not pleased me then, this is another punishment. She gasped when the cold gel coats her ass and she felt my fingers exploring her most intimate area. She squirmed and try to. Her rock hard nipples pressed into his chest and the look in her eyes was part hunger, part sisterly care and her usual sass. The moment his grip loosened a little she freed herself from his grip, straightening her back with her hands pressed against his chest as she let her hips bounce up and down.She was going hard at it and the teasing look in her eyes told him she was trying to make him come early, putting a lot of effort into it. Her pussy felt a little too tight to make it long and his. He wanted to ask her out, but he never traveled in the same social circles.When she was in front of him, the noise was more like a single voice. He kept hearing things about makeup, dinner, ink leaking from pens, and stuff. Every now and then it was something about pain. This last seemed to happen once a month for a few days.The voices kept coming. Last week he could have sworn he heard his mother tell him to take out the trash, and did it. Before he realized she was in the front yard, while he.