The dead weight was more than she was able to lift and she became panicked. "Get him off me! Get him off! Aaaaa ... Get him off!" She was pushing and ...hrashing around wildly, becoming more and more frantic with every passing second in a futile attempt to free herself. Then she felt the body being yanked sideways, and even in her current frenzied state Karen was intrigued with the eerie feeling of his erection, still partially ridged, even in death, sliding out of her vagina as he was rolled off. I was dressed in my skimpy cheerleader outfit. Yellow and black with really tight skirt, with no panties on and a very tight spandex like mid drift top. My almost flat little chest in that tight top really made my nipples stick out. My hair was in ponytails on each side, I looked hot. A hot little fuck whore ready to tease a couple of guys.I started by walking through the room saying nothing. I sat down on a chair just across from them. I sat leaned back and left my legs spread wide. They both. First both legs folded, then securing my wrist to my ankles, and a bar between, disallowing me to move much at all. I’m at her mercy, and I’m spread wide open.Sitting in front of me wearing only a basque and stockings matching my own, she reaches down between my legs, letting her hands slide gently over my exposed, caged cock. The pressure inside is immense, but with a cage a mere 1.36” long, it’s impossible for me to become even near fully erect inside my tiny cage.She reaches further down,. His voice dropped an octave, and took on a sinister, hypnotic tone, as he said, ‘Now, my sweet Slut, I want you to slide your left hand into your shirt and start playing with your right nipple. I know how very sensitive it is, and I want to see it poking out against that thin material.’ Liandra’s slender fingers slid across her chest and into the shirt and in moments, she was moaning softly at her own ministrations, arching her back ever so slightly. ‘Now, use your other hand and play with the.