Everything seemed sexy in here, even the furniture. I reached the sales girl and noticed her name was Lacy. I asked her about the nitie in the front a...d she walked me to the correct section. She had a lovely ass and smelled delicious. My imagination was working OT as I pictured what she was wearing under. My small cock continued to twitch and it felt like something or someone was rubbing it inside my jeans. I couldn’t believe the feeling I had walking behind this gorgeous young lady.We reached. ..where had she...why?! My mind was in turmoil as my little princess slurped up my semen.She smiled at me then, and it was the smile of her mother. I knew that smile, the lust it betrayed, the terrible power of her sex overwhelmed me.She worked her wet body over mine until she was sat on my chest. I looked up in fear at her heaving and glistening chest, drops of my cum still visible and rolling down her cleavage. This sinful succubus laughed at me as she shuffled ever higher on my body until. "I don't know," she shirked holding on to me tightly.From the light streaming through the curtains I could tell it was morning."Come on get out of here," shouted the irate farmer, banging on the roof again."We best get out of here," I said but neither of us was dressed, and there wasn't much room in the back of the van to get dressed in a hurry."Look, if you want I'll go out and calm him down," she offered bravely. "Throw me my top." Yeah, he might be more amenable talking to you," I. ” I threw her a little kiss, and yes! She shyly looked away, and the pink on her cheeks deepened. I had spent hours adoring the rack and its simplistic beauty, dreaming of being bound there myself, legs and arms spread, helpless and lewd. Now Sister Margaret started to turn the large handle at its side, and the ropes picked up slack. Two turns more, and my legs were tugged apart. With each turn and its clicking sounds, my legs were spread further and my arms pulled towards the ceiling. Ten.