There were two bars on the ends that I could hang onto and they told me that considering I was very willing, I wouldn’t be strapped onto the cross. ... protested a little because I loved being helpless, but they insisted. They said I might want to use my hands for things later and smiled. Next was my legs. They went to my ankles and opened the cross till my legs were spread as far apart as was comfortable. My pussy was pulled wide open and I sucked in my breath as I felt the cool air on my clit,. I shiver at the feel of your nails raking lightly over my back, and my cock twitches and pulses with pleasure in your hand as you massage and stroke it. You feel the wetness of my pre-cum over your fingers, spreading it over my swollen cock, making my hardness slippery in your hand as you stroke and massage it. You feel me ease my fingers out of your pussy, drawing in your breath sharply at the sudden loss, then feeling my wet fingertips trace between your legs, spreading your juices and. She handed her tattered dress and worn briefs to one of the naked prisoners, who seized them gratefully and was soon dressed in them."Shit!" muttered Miranda. "Never mind! Having no clothes is the least of her worries for the next week or two - or longer! But if she wants to be dressed again, she'll either have to fight Debbie for them or wait until someone dies! And I don't advise her to fight! She'll just get the same again, only worse. Here they come!"As Miranda said these last words Megan. I wanted to fuck a racist's daughter. I wanted to fill her with my arab cum and make her feel like a cum slut. And I understood it from her speech and her flirting. She wanted it too. Later that night, I brought her back to my house. We both knew what was about to happen, we both have been thinking about it. That what we were doing would make her father, and whole community angry, that what we were doing was forbidden by her family. And yet there we were. I was about make her body mine, and use.