Relax, I am fine,” I assured her. She nodded. “Take a few seconds, calm down and regain control.” She exhaled hard, took a deep breath and no...ded her head again. “Good girl,” I smiled. “Now, when you are ready, pull the rope hard and it will slip free of the ring. Besides, it looks a hell of a lot cooler and sexier pulling the rope when you are in total control.” She pulled on the rope and it slipped free. She sighed in relief, brought her hands to her face and laughed out loud. I slipped. The first time he bought her, she tried for almost an hour to get him to shoot his pleasure by using her hands and mouth, but eventually he insisted on putting her on her back and spreading her legs with his hands. He held her by the ankles and stood on the floor next to the bed where she lay, her feet pointing to the ceiling. When he pushed inside her, even though she had made him as wet and slippery as she could with oil and her saliva, she felt like a fish being gutted by a knife. I sat and. Ready for what? Claire wondered, and then she got her answer as she felt another tentacle pushing into her pussy. Her eyes widened and she started to protest, but she couldn't say anything with a tentacle stuffed in her mouth. Muffled words gave way to a muffled screams as her pussy was stretched wide by the second invader. Her hands stopped stroking their tentacles and instead squeezed them tightly as the tentacle slowly worked its way up alongside the first one. When finally there were two. They sent us on our way early in the morning on a train to Stratton. We finally sat down after a long wait to get on the train. I curled up next to him and put my knees to my chest. Ever since I got there I couldn’t stop smiling. He put his arm around me and hugged me tight. It was a five hour train ride to where we were heading and I didn’t think I could last another minute without kissing him again. I looked up at him and gazed in to his eyes. I leaned close to him and kissed him ever so.