"Sorry Stella, would you mind going through that again. My mind blanked out." She smiled, correctly guessing the reason. He still found it difficult t... concentrate but for another ten minutes he pretended to do so. "Email the two alternatives to Faulkener's and see which they will go for, Stella. Let them choose and if they want some alterations, go from there. You know I'm not into some of your arty designs but Faulkener's seem to appreciate them." Slowly he made his way round to each of his. My mind bounces about my skull because I'm scared I like it now. A bedroom, pink and white, dresser, a mirror. I fall the first time I leave the bed - not badly, just enough to tell me my legs are asleep, and my ass - is different. Still on all fours I reach a hand back, seems to take forever. it's big and round and firm, I gasp (fluttering little sigh, hint of sex). I forget who I was for a second and try to remember. Never mind, the mirror. I'm there now. She's there anyway. Her chest is the. He took them out and I heard him rummaging around looking for something. I felt him grab my wrists. He pulled them over my head and tied them together. He then tied the end of the rope around my neck. I couldn't move them. The pressure on my shoulders was almost immediately unbearable, but if I tried to move them, the rope would dig into my neck, making it impossible to breathe. I could feel him watching me for a moment, enjoying my torment. Then he turned the ignition on once again. We weren't. "Is it long enough?" Sharon asked."It goes to 12 inches," Yuka told her with a laugh."That might just make it," She joined in and laughed in reply.My cock stood upright and stiff. There was no way it would go limp now, not with the prospect of two lovely young women measuring it. It stayed fully erect for them to measure.It took the two of them working in unison to properly take my measurements. First one of them pulled my upright erection down so it pointed straight out of my body. A second.