"I said I wanted you to totally wreck my slutty shithole, so you won't ruin my reputation." She hoped it would be enough. Sandra's eyebrows rose on he... wrinkled forehead. "Ooh... She's so into it!" "You want in on this?" Clare asked with a snort, still absently pumping her arm in Kim's bowels. "Well, I came to discuss the month-end figures, but sure, why not?" Sandra rolled up the sleeves of her brown cardigan, pale, hairy skin bulging where it was constricted by the cuffs. Obligingly, Clare. The dinning room stretched nearly the entire width of the house. The table and what was likely a buffet, underneath the sheets, was almost as long. The staircase, a wooden spiral in the center of the house, opened to the ceiling of the second floor and seemed surprisingly sturdy as she climbed. Rooms formed a circle around the upper story. It was very dark. She moved to the window in the first room at the top of the stairs and pulled back the floor-to-ceiling drapes. They were heavy and didn’t. My light brown hair was tousled, falling around my shoulders in loose waves. My lips were still slightly swollen from kissing and my cheeks were flushed. Other than these small differences, I don't think losing my virginity had changed me. Except for the added confidence. I dragged my eyes away from my reflection and stepped under the warm spray. I let the water wash over me, feeling it slide over my still sensitive nipples and swollen clit. My thoughts went back to this morning and I rubbed my. Once the saw horse was positioned to their liking, the man unsnapped the bungie cord, my cock released from the tension swung down abruptly as the weights dropped the pain brought tears to my eyes as I gasped. The group just laughed as Mistress Dee said, ”Oh poor baby, we have only just begun.” The man reached between my legs from behind, firmly grabbing my cock and balls lifting me up and guiding me to the saw horse. Placing his hand between my shoulders, he bent me forward, walking me to the.