It was very slowly fucking him. He put hisskirt on as directed...not that it would do much for staying warm ofcourse."Now, I have only two more tasks...for you. Where should a sissy spend mostof her time?" On her knees sir," said Riley, as he dropped to his knees."Good answer, grab your spreader bar and handcuffs, put the bar betweenyour ankles."Riley did as he was told, fixing the bar to the ankle cuffs and behindhim, forcing his legs and knees apart, and easily putting his cage ondisplay. She stood there with her tank top pulled just above her tits and only a skimpy thong on the ground around one ankle. She looked at me but didn’t say a word. I took off my shirt and my pants quickly followed. We stood there, her nipples were rocks and I could smell the scent of her sex. My cock was so hard it hurt and pre-cum was visibly running down my shaft and dripping on the floor. The look of lust she gave me never wavered as we jumped at one another.I slammed her against the wall, pushing. She was a hell of a runner.Maybe she could get away from the hundreds and hundreds of thrashing,undulating penises that sought to penetrate her every orifice. Scanningthe forest of phallic plants, Buffy charted a course through herattackers, and rushed past the writhing stalks, hoping against hope thatshe'd make it through the gauntlet of pricks.She'd gone no more than a dozen yards before she tripped over one of thepenises and fell headlong to the ground. Immediately, twenty or morepricks were. She could feel her cunt spread widely. As she squirmed the leash was brushing against the clamp attached to her clit causing the bell to chime. She looked at her Master seated in the chair. He smiled as he lifted his phone and started the video. Mistress J stood in front of Brenda and began to run her hands across Brenda's body. She started on her sides running her hands down over Brenda's hips and thighs. Mistress J took Brenda's tits in each hand. She stroking Brenda's tits gently at.