After only a moment, he moved back to Susan, who had quietly tested her bonds, and understood that there was little roomfor movement. Peter moved next...to Susan’s dangling head, and knelt next to her, grabbing a handful of her short blonde hair, yanking her head up. “I want you to see this,” he said, holding up a wooden paddle. It was large and the wood was smooth but unfinished “and understand exactly the feeling that it brings.” Susan gulped fear and panic coming instantly. She wriggled ever. “Men with big dicks think that pumping their cocks into a woman’s pussy will bring her to orgasm.” I was beginning to enjoy my role as teacher. I might have been able to prepare him for other lucky women. “But they are fools. Our pleasure is in our clits and pussy slits. That is where you must concentrate. Freud had it all wrong about vaginal and clitoral orgasms. Let me show you.” Flattening my tongue, I lapped Catherine’s spread pussy from her hole to her clit a few times. At the top of my. These did not strike Sophie as the words of a kidnapper but the position she found herself in kind of suggested otherwise. Sophie realised she needed to know more about who this girl was. Was she just a guard? Maybe she was in hospital after an attack; this girl could just be a nurse on call. Sophie knew she needed to find out more:W... W... Where am I? What's going on? Why can't I move?" she asked."It's nothing to worry about Soph, trust me. Where you are is not important, all that is. As Nick continued to worship her breasts, his hand found the way to the button and zipper of her jeans. His hand caressed the mound of flesh hidden just below where the zipper ended, and still he didn’t push her farther than she was ready to go. “Please,” Melody begged, “touch me Nick… please.” Melody started to grind her pelvis into Nick’s hand. He unbuttoned her jeans and slid the zipper down. Shifting his body he inched her jeans down kissing her thighs as he went. He pulled them away and.