..my arse now impaled on his throbbing, thrusting, thrumming, ploughing; heated joy stick.I was yelping now. My arsehole buggered helpless. I was caug...t between the too good feeling and the expectation of being frickin sundered and needing bloody stitches down there. Had I got my body into more trouble than I could cope with?Maybe ...but hell I was going to see what it could do...and luckily...I was denied time to think...because actually thinking is the enemy of great sex...I was bodily. One look at his magnificent tool was all it took to get Millicent’s juices flowing in a manner that would insure certain lubrication when it was needed for high-speed coupling. He was swift to insert his greedy fingers into her delicate posterior entryway forcing her to contemplate later activities of a more perverted nature and far too intimate for one to describe at this particular juncture.Millie guided his thickness to her opening with fastidious gentleness and stroked his muscular flanks. ‘Just a minute, keep your pants on,’ He yells out, smirking at you. ‘Come on buddy,’ a male voice yells through the door. Seeing that you are ready, he grabs your hand and opens the door. You both rush past the guy as he stares in shock and you realize that the scent of sex is heavy on the air as you leave the bathroom. You are blushing and you notice so is he as he leads you out of the restaurant and onto the street. Quickly, flags down a cab and you both take a rid back to your apartment. I see his eyes narrow a split second before he pushes my head down himself, and sure enough, with my arms bound behind me still, my chest falls unsupported against the mattress, crushing my clamped nipples under my weight. I howl.He arranges me, yanking my hips up to raise my ass, spreading my knees wide, and pulling me towards the edge of the mattress. I love this position, normally—I know if it weren’t for the nipple clamps I’d be panting in lust right now, imagining the view he has,.