“Mrs. Bondain, please, can you allow me a bit more chain so I can grab my shoes?”“You don’t ask standing, now do you?” Ninon corrected.Donna...fell to her knees, and repeated the question, frustrated, suppressing her will to rebel. “Mrs. Bondain, please, can you allow me a bit more chain so I can grab my shoes?”“Okay,” Ninon replied, and inched a bit towards Donna but remained on the bed.Donna tried to reach for the shoes but could only reach if she pulled hard against the chain, forcing her to. Then she climbed over my face and pulled her panties down. “What are you doing?” I ask sacred of what was about to happen. She looked down at me and said. “I told you to have my money today. Since you can’t pay me my money you’re going to be paying me back with your body.” I couldn’t struggle the girls were holding me down with all their force. Angela then said, “You better make me cum if you want to live today.” She soon sat her entire nasty as pussy on my face. I refused to eat her out and I. Hot pussy, sucking mouths, tight assholes... I wanted them so badly. My pussy grew so wet, my poor panties struggling to absorb the flood. I didn’t want to go into exile. I wanted to have fun with my cock. Sex with my clit-dick was amazing. It felt so wonderful to slide into a woman, to pump my cock, and then to erupt my cum into her depths. But if the women didn’t have a choice in the matter ... If my presence overruled their self-control, did I have the right to be around them?To take. Dave: I've never been with a girl like you, but I've always wanted to.I could be at your hotel in like ten minutes; I'm right up the street.What's the room number?Her response had taken her 25 minutes to formulate.Kimberly: 492. Knock three times.She contemplated her situation. She had always fantasized about the ideaof being with a man, but she knew she would never actually go throughwith it. So why did she actually give Dave her room number? She couldleave and lock the room, hide.